Not afraid
I’m afraid of the dark is what I used to say & think. But now, I have come to realise, that it is not that I am afraid OF the dark ; but instead is I’m afraid of WHAT’S in the dark.
Afraid of the dark
Anything could be in the dark.
But nothing I imagine there is good.
So I'd say that fear of the dark
is more like fear of the unknown.
Out of Sight, Out of Mine
If darkness hides a piece of me my soul has long forgotten, will I have to break my heart to find the chamber it belongs in?
Irrational
anything
could be lurking
in the shadows
even though
i know
it's irrational
for me to think
someone
something
could be creeping close to me
i jump up at the slightest sound
switch on a flashlight
and hope to drown
the thoughts that whisper
don't you know
anything
could be hiding
in the
dark?
Are You Afraid of the Dark?
The dark does not scare me
when I know
the world’s alright,
and the sun
will come out
arm-in-arm
with
dawn.
The dark only scares me
when I know
the world is not ok,
and dawn
will not
crack open
the inky blue
sky.
the darkness
where all my demons hide
and my thoughts reside
where time stands still
against my will
where I lose sleep
because you're not mine to keep
I do not fear the dark,
Only my imagination
Inflating and exaggerating
The unseen.
Imagination is the true terror.
What lies in wait inside my mind,
Brought forth in the absence of reality.
Piecing together horror after horror,
Made worse by nuggets of truth.
Darkness does not frighten me.
However,
The closing of my eyes
Does.
Scary
I’m afraid of the dark because its where I hide all my secrets and it can expose them.
What lurks in the night
I can’t write
In darkness,
The absence of light.
I can’t think, breathe, or otherwise exist
In the places that the light has missed.
Too many terrors come flying together
Seeking to leave me scarred forever.
You mean you didn’t see her??
How could you not?!
She’s right over there!
No, she’s moved to another spot.
There! Can’t you see her,
Bent all twisted in the night?
Her hands are reaching for you!
Quickly, turn on the light!
Whew! That was a close one
You almost made the plummet
Into her land of twisted reality,
So I had to save you from it.
Be wary of the shadows!
The light cannot reach over there.
In ’tween spots, her fellows
Wait for the chance
Your guard is down
Then they advance
Creeping ever closer, but
You’re blissfully unaware.
But I see them!
I see them!
Huddled in the black
They’re waiting in the darkness
Every time you turn your back.
I see them! I see them!
Hiding in the halls.
Lurking in the closets,
Scraping at the walls.
Begging to be unleashed
The moment you look away.
They feed on your every agony,
Discomfort, and dismay.
In the darkness, they steep,
Growing ever stronger
Every time you fall asleep.
I don’t know why they all seem to have
this aversion to the light.
The brightness seems to drain them,
Yet recharging every night.
Oh God, you don’t believe me!
The insanity unleashed!
So I must face the night alone,
Every time you are asleep.
She’s back again, I see her,
Standing in the kitchen.
A light to obliterate the night,
But still, another vision:
She’s under the table now!
I see her watching me!
Glaring with the deadest eyes,
Dear God! How does she see?!
Those hands...aren’t human hands,
Knuckles cracking as she beckons.
No! Stay away from me!
The hours turned to seconds.
Hurry! I scurry to turn on all the lamps
Send her away before she gets closer.
I will not give her another chance.
An hour til dawn,
night is almost over.
Outside, I now can hear the
roaring booms of thunder.
The lightning sizzling against the sky,
The storm seeks to pull everything under.
The booms,
the rain pelting hard against the roof
She’s watching me from the hallway,
With a stare both hungry and aloof.
Then a grin so wide,
I can see her rotting teeth.
Why is she smiling
So wildly at me?
Our eyes meet,
I will not turn my back.
Still staring at me,
I hear a sudden crack.
Tears in my eyes as I realize
The power’s gone out and
everything’s gone black.
Too late to fight,
not enough light.
I feel her breath against my neck.
The darkness suffocating me,
tasting me,
Leaving me hollow, meeting with death.
Here you appear, to check on me
Armed with a flash of light.
“Why?” I say. I grin: “I’m fine!
Wow that beam is bright!”
I wrap my hand around your hand,
Kiss upon your head.
Knuckles cracking as I reach the door:
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
Dark = Unknown
Forced to walk blindly forwards, the unknown strangling me. Walk too slow, they push, not nudge, me harder forwards. Walk too fast, I risk tripping over my own feet and
falling into p i e c e s.
There are a lot of things I don't know:
Where: I'm going, am I, is everyone I know
Why: I'm here, is it so dark, is there no light
What: is that noise, is surrounding me, am I doing (here)
Who: am I, is pushing me, will save me
But I forgot to ask one important question: when will I reach the end? when will I fall?When will someone save me? When will it be too late?