I Fear the Night

A very honest take on my fear of dark places, written shortly after a nightmare I had.

It is not the darkness
that I fear,
nor the danger
inherently present
in every shadow.
No,
I fear myself
and my mind,
for in its midnight reverie,
it will formulate
equivocal truths
and steadfast lies.
When pillow tackles skull,
it is not peace
but conflict that finds me.
Morpheus has forsaken
me and left my mind
to ponder action
and Word.
The curtain
on my window
conceals the darkness,
but still,
I fear the night.
The hinges of my door
may lock away
mortal man
yet still,
I fear the night.
Even in my well lit room
with lantern
upon desk
and post,
I still fear the night.
For in the night
I become my own worst enemy.
A doppelganger
and changeling,
deceiving logic
and confounding wisdom,
killing an infant hope
for a better life
and an everlasting love.

Reviews

[Broken Wings]

I fear the night as well. Love the words you used through-out this piece, I like the style in which you write. A well written piece that made my mind wander to the place you are describing.

[Angi]

I fear the night, too. I usually don't write fearful nightscape pieces (I wrote one today) and I usually don't read them, either. Today, I have come across two that have touched me in those dark places I don't like to think about. Doppelgangers and changelings inside of us, a part of us, around us. I am afraid of the things inside myself, yes. ...and I am afraid of the things that lurk in the dark, too. Angi~