LATE

I am very desolate.

I am afraid.

I am alone.

The shadows wait

Till I am laid

Beneath a stone.

I am very desolate.

I can hear feet.

I can see ghosts.

Fear's by the gate,

Death's in the street

By the dark posts.

I am very desolate.

What have I made

Of the dead time?

The night is late.

I am afraid

Of my own rhyme.