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Afraid Of The Dark
I'm alone in my room and Im trying to sleep,
but my lamp doesn't work and I'm scared of the dark.
I'm using a night light to help me drift,
but the shadows seem to bark, growl and prowl
and thrown across the room stark.
All moving and flickering where I cannot see,
I swear by this book that sits beside me,
theirs something moving, waiting to take me away,
though not to sleep.
Although... I'm not to sure where we would go?
My feet are also very cold,
I feel so lonely, lost and fighting
against the nothing that is there,
against my mind that swears
that all is not well.
Theirs something here, I know because I can tell,
more terryfying than this world when bright,
hidden between the lights edge and the dark,
keeping me awake,
and how can I take this world that is so hard?
As the shadows take my walls,
I must always be on my guard.
I'll wait
and I will not blink.
I'll stay staring, watching, waiting
for the first hint of a morn.
For the taste of the sun on my skin.
Untill a new day is born,
as the night Is burned away
by a new day
and only then will I break this vigilance,
this guard and this madness.
Only then will I sleep
through the morn and wake to the afternoon's heat.
Where I will face another day
in open light and I will bless the sun,
for all it's worth.
And how can I take this world that is so hard?,
when I am 33
and afraid of the dark.
