Night Watcher

 No rest. I lie awake.

A twig snaps, a footfall brakes.

 My smartphone glows a feeble light.

No comfort without rest from fright.

 

 I seek a way to make friends

A click away to ease the ache 

 Of fear and danger in the night.

Time of mental lack and blight.

 

 I close my eyes but quickly wake.

One eye to watch, one closed to fake.

 I know it’s there out of sight.

Must I flee or stay to fight?

 

©John Tomlinson, 2021