Realization Poem by Raven Aiolupotea

The wind blows past me as I turn quickly around,
The moon watching as I stand still clenching my hand into a fist,
What is this feeling, Is it anxiousness, but why.

As I pull my head forward I notice a strange figure,
In the moonlight he can't be seen he's consumed by darkness,
I must run before it is too late.

The sounds of him running and panting make an echo through the wind, like loud thunderstorms out of the sky, I can't speak or think I'm too scared, I too scared to scream or shout but inside begging someone to please help.

At last the sun rises and I realize all along it was my imagination running wild after everything that has gone wrong.