Fears
sitting in the corner there
are some of my deepest darkest fears
with their backs against the wall
so they can keep an eye out for
the ones that slip underneath my bed
as i lay down my weary head
that like to hide out from the light
and love to come out in the night
to slide along the cold chilled floor
to open up the closet door
so more fears can invade my room
and fill my mind with doom and gloom
that leaves me often shivering
until the light of morning brings
some relief from being scared
in my room with my deepest darkest fears
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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