DarkA Poem by Roch KetchumIf only did I not fear the dark, I would have wandered around in my house freely at night, not a bit afraid of that scurrying little mouse, who would vanish as quickly as lightning, out of my sight. If only did I not fear the dark, I would have tiptoed in the kitchen for those late night munchies, neither happy nor delighted but smitten, by those scoops of ice cream and the chocolate pastries. If only did I not fear the dark, I would have climbed up that ghostly staircase which leads to the terrace, I would have lied down on the cool floor just to gaze, at the moon, the stars and the milky way. If only did I not the fear the dark, I would not have been confined to my bed clutching the blanket to my chest, and would not have spent hours in the dark thinking about you, being sad, when I could have enjoyed the delicacies which awaited me in the cool box, or the sky which showcased a spectacle of beauty, just to lighten up my mood, just to shed off the veil.
© 2017 Roch KetchumAuthor's Note
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