these visits to childhood
lucid robust dreams
grow longer each day
hiding from pain somewhere safe
till death’s ollie ollie come in free
fear
flying lessons…
those who touch the sky
are those who dream without fear
and soar above hate
midnight torment…
night embraces you
in cloth of hidden shadows
with sequin street lights
pulsing through the growing fog
sanctuary for nightmares
moments unwanted
making you conscious of death
and unable to sleep
untethered…
when hope is removed
night has no daylight edges
only endless fear
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
death defying…
tho death
cannot be
defied
there are
those
who
challenge death
by
facing
their greatest fears
seeking
to live
an entire lifetime
with
each challenge
cross-examination…
the chalice was filled
with the warm blood of children
during morning prayers
for they were non-believers
non-believers in your god
your god’s the true one
but does your god fear children
are not divine words
enough to sway young minds or
are you the non-believer
abnegating life…
fear transforms i can
into i cannot do it
even before tried
due to rain…
he cannot recall
nor celebrate bravery
wearing fear’s mantle
too late to not change…
rushing
to the window
as
the floor
gives way
beneath you
you struggle
to peer
into
tomorrow
but
find
frosted windows
nothing
to see
but
your cold breath
dancing
in the air
and tho
you
know
you
must leave
you
shout
like a child
who’s nightlight
is out
hoping
some parent figure
will appear
and
take your hand
guiding you
through
life’s
darkened
portal
the future
