Young Writers Society

I here cries from nowhere

Something is out there
Something I cannot see
Is it close?
Or
Is it far?
Is it harmless?
Or
Is it dangerous?
No one knows.


Something is here, watching me
Something I do not know
Is it a person?
A monster?
Or
Is it nothing?

I do not know
Something is here
Inside my mind
Is it evil?
Or
Is it kind?

Is it here to harm me?
Or
Comfort me?

Is it my imagination?
A person?
Or
Is it just me?
No one knows.


I hear cries from nowhere
Is it just me?
Or
My imagination?
Or
A memory of the past?
Only the past can tell.


The only things someone knows is something they've seen, heard, or read
But what if…
We are faced with something
Or hear something
Or feel something
We know nothing about
What will we do then?


No one will know…