The Nothing

To fear the nothing.

When the silence isn't quiet.

When darkness is more than pitch black.

When whispers are lost on the wind.

The floor creaks,

The doors groan,

Windows rattle,

And shutters slam.

But there's just nothing.

Only thoughts and dreams.

Empty spaces next to me.

On the couch,

At the table,

In the bed.

I peer around every corner I take.

I look behind me every other step.

But there is nothing.

Nothing but fear.

I cannot hear anything but the sound of it,

More often than not.

Everyone else around oblivious,

To the cacophony of nightmares,

In my head.

And the fear of the nothing,

Without you.