A blanket,
Full of stars,
Hides the world,
And it’s scars.

Doused in the dark,
Free of the light,
Is the arrival,
Of the night.

My greatest fear,
Is at it’s best,
Until my demise,
It will not rest.

You haven’t a clue,
What lies in the dark,
Perturbation and dismay,
Have already left their mark.

A fear so terrible,
A fear so great,
A fear of mine,
A fear to date.

My fear of the dark,
Of a void of emptiness,
A fear too embarrassing,
To want to confess.

Maybe it’s not the dark,
Or rather the unknown,
Or maybe it’s the fear,
Of always feeling alone.