The horrifying sight,

The haunting image,

That wouldn’t go away.


I back away slowly,


Hoping it would disappear.


But it’s there,

Noiseless and still,

But there. 


I wish it would go away,

Out of my sight,

So I can be at ease.


Yet if it starts to move,

I would tense up again,

Terribly terrified.


Either way, 

I am on tenterhooks,

I don’t know what to do.


For the huge,

Dark moth,

Sits and stares.