Sunday, 25 January 2009

Fear

Should I touch that shadow
A minuscule
Erodes as I get closer
Torch light
I must not use
Afraid
All might erase
It fizzles while the rain drops drizzle
As the curtain trail touch the folds
The shadow is a fear
Where is he?
My crunching toes can he hear it
Christmas lights are still on the twigs
I see him
Draw closer to rip it

Outside
A range rover I hear
Roaring
Slowly
Approaching the door
Do you think all would be different
If I hadn’t let go of the fear?

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