I saw a man who wasn't there
whilst i sat above the stair
writing up my daily views
I glimpsed at someones moving shoes
My body felt quick yet my heart sat still
Searching round this quiet room my fright began to fill
At a sudden moving action, the chair began to move a fraction
the empty room began to fill with the screeching noise that felt so shrill
then i saw the man, that wasn't there sitting propped up on the chair
not knowing if i was dreaming but as true as it was seeming
I did not run or rant or roar, i stood there at the stair beside the door
and gazed at this man that wasn't there, sitting propped up on the chair.
