Lonely not

Sat in the dark 
watching  out the window not seeing 
Not hearing 
But feeling
The wings brush past
The children that Was never last
A scream that came with a blast 
The trees changing shapes 
Goblings guarding
My house
Their whiter then mouse
My living rooms cold
I can see my breath
It's made my eyes glaze over
I best be quitee while the fairies walk the street it's almost as if they do it to a beat 
im sat in the dark watching out the window