December 12, 2010
Clutching at blankets.
Weird sounds and noises.
The dark holds scary things.

Something's there to eat me.
I'll go crying, scared, and fleeting.
Please turn on the light.

I can't see my breath.
I'm close to giving in.
They understand me.

Close and out of focus.
But numb with lots of noises.
Can I trust them?

Noise is noise, nothing more.

The world in my possession.
A world without lesson.
A scary triumph.

My breath a mist.
This falling fist.
My tears are seen.

That ugly face.
Marred with hate.
Where are they?

Words spat at my feet.
Falling to reach.
The light is a monster.

Clutching at blankets.
Silence is silence...
Please turn off the light.


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