You can’t see me
Through your eyes
You can’t hear me
With your ears
You can’t feel me
On your fingertips
You can’t see me
Because I’m not real
You can’t hear me
Because I don’t make sound
You can’t feel my shape
But you can feel my presence
I only come out to watch
And horrify you
For I am
Your worst nightmare
Hidden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem