Darkness.
A silly fear to have, when you see it every day.
You even see it when you close your eyes.
So why does it continue to terrify me?
There's nothing bad out there.
I keep telling myself that even as I convulse with fear.
Yet I still run away with a pounding heart.
As if something is threatening to pull me away.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Darkness.
A silly fear to have, when you see it every day.
You even see it when you close your eyes.
So why does it continue to terrify me?
There's nothing bad out there.
I keep telling myself that even as I convulse with fear.
Yet I still run away with a pounding heart.
As if something is threatening to pull me away.
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