invisible pages day five.

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but I do not believe in trapped thoughts nor binding such expression of a tormented heart,

yesterday in the woods the sound of the tree's within the breeze froze my blood from boil, creeping lurking something spoil , my vision weary on my way tripped over a rock by the river, my heart standing still though pounding like a wild boar, hungering a meal,
To escape such terrifying thought's, hours past - still the haunting continue to control
Nothing but the nights endless darkness to console, My mind questioning every sound
All movement's of the night,
Lay awake until morning light
Not one touch of the pillow sleep
Nor eye willed to close
Wondering where he is,
chills from my head to my toe's
Rest seems so far away, seeking an end to the madness
Within each night and day
Just waiting , waiting ,
silently so still ,
For the moment he reclaims
His prey , hoping its not today,
nor ever will .