Day Twenty-Six #poemadayfeb: Fear

I never used to be scared of the dark

but the walls gather close around me

and steal my breath into their porous

lungs and I am shrinking, shrinking in

this place that leaves me trying to fix

my collapsed chest with handfuls of

scarcity. The night goes too long and

I’m not sure whether I am more afraid

to sleep or not sleep; either way I am

forced into combat against fears I try

and defeat yet I’m held defeated, and

inside these six degrees of separation

you still remain the one thing in this

world I can never seem to reach.

Do you remember the day you left?

You asked when I was going to let you

love me.

I don’t need you.

Still I keep the porch light on, just incase.

Day Twenty-Six #poemadayfeb: Fear