What Do I Do? (Part 2) Poem by Sandra jacks

I flipped on the switch,
why is it so blurry?
is my vision impaired,
when i can see,
what will there be?

I flipped on the switch,
i can see perfectly clear,
that cold chill on my spine,
in now my greatest fear,
turning around i spot it,
the evil inside this place,
where is this place i wonder...

It scurried off so fast,
didn't have a chance to find this evil,
don't know if i want to though,
maybe i should,
just leave it be,
to fester on it's own,
but what if it comes back,
ill have a heart attack,
well maybe ill just wait,
in silence of the bright place,
maybe it will never come back,
although,
id be ready for the attack,
ah what am i thinking,
i don't know who i am...
i mean where....
i... don't know... where....i am...