Fearful Feelings

Ghosts and lights and reflections 

unite to make my skin crawl with things 

seen at windows in my peripheral vision;

I am scared and I 

Will always be scared. 


Canned laughter on sitcoms washes 

over me, in waves of hysteria,

superficial and skin deep; 

I can't open the curtains til morning, and 

what is behind the curtains?

My fear has no face and no mask;

I know not what stands behind me but

I will not look tonight. 

The End

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