Afraid of the Dark
Posted on 16. Oct, 2007 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Survival
When I was a kid, I was afraid of the dark. You wonder as an adult, if there are monsters you imagine in life, or if life is simply something that details the playing shadows of night. Sometimes we grow over them, sometimes we don’t. As life went on, I knew the things worth being scared of were the things you could see. My imagination couldn’t hold a flame to the horrors of society or the reality of the world.
Afraid of the Dark.
I tried to remember how beautiful things were,
before the gray rain filled the sky,
bringing such a subtle feeling across my face.
as there was no dream left in slumber,
just breathing it’s life into my own,
keeping me adrift in a land of chaotic taste.
I saw, feeling as blindly as only I could,
as my thoughts hoped and beheld,
before a moment when my eyes fell open,
and my hands, without strength, failed me.
I fought, not as if I had purpose, but faith,
pushing myself against moments of passing,
watching the clouds darken above me,
as the chill of night crept into my heart.
I ran, faster than a pace I could carry,
finding that I was alone with all my fears.
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