I’m still afraid of the dark
if I’m being very honest
petrified
of conjured shadows
lurking monsters
imagined foes
it’s when the night
is still & quiet
that I feel those eyes
so clearly
perhaps I’m being
watched by God
or something much more sinister
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 7:10 PM UTC
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