I’m appear when the darkness comes
to bring the shadows up from the ground,
where they grow and reach and then disappear into an ocean of themself.
The oak tree above me is my mind
but it’s branches confuse me,
a maze of fingers twisting that I cannot
escape as they climb climb climb.
I search for you because I have to.
Into the house and the room where you are
where you were where you should be
The darkness scares me because it is me.
I scratch at the windows and the floor
to escape or to look for you I do not know.
When the morning comes to bring shadow
the tree fingers ****** me again
to become its roots deep deep away
from you the dark steals me.