Siege (Poetry)

See the night’s shadows move
outside the window like
they are seeking a way in

As if they know I’m curled
cowering in the darkness
of a world alone

I hardly breathe
and dare not think too loud
in case they hear

and locate my hiding place
sense my pumping blood
and taste raw fear

Some hours before it’s light
so I’ll await the yellow sun —
he will stab them as they run
this horde of ghosts not quite
                                        dead
                                                or gone