fears…

fears...

what woke you
at
night
when you were
a child
still lingers
in
the darkness
haunting
the hours
before dawn
but
for
some poor souls
it lingers
throughout
the day
and though
these are
no more
than created ghosts
harmless apparitions
that
cannot touch
nor
be touched
their mere
presence
in the light of day
fosters
anxieties
spinning
the mind
like
a child playing
with
an old toy top
creating
a dark loneliness
an invisible veil
that conceals
the colors
of
the world
leaving only
shades
of gray
and
dark shadows
turning
each day
into
a child’s night

on child rearing…

while a child prayed...

now
i ain’t trying
to
tell you
how to raise
your child
lord knows
i’ve always
supported
whatever 
you’ve done
even when
you were dating
that
butt ugly
hospital vp
i stood by your side
but
i couldn’t help
but
overhear
how you were
teaching
your child
how to say
prayers
so please forgive me
this one time
but child
that line about
if i die
before i wake
surely is going to keep
that child
awake
i mean
who in the hell
would want to close
their eyes
with that threat
of
dying
hanging over
your
bed
forget
what’s under
it
it’s what’s waiting
when you
close your eyes
that
would make you
wet the bed
not the monster
in
your head
not even
with
the light on
would
anyone
want to sleep
so maybe
you want to repeat
some prayer
about
how god cares
and
shares angels
to
protect you
throughout
the night
that would
surely
take care
of
most
of the night’s
frights

 

 

things that go bump in our mind…

fear brings childish thoughts
of what’s seeking to harm us
things different from us
we hide those fears from view but
they’re always under the bed