What is in The Dark we fear?
Is it sights or sounds?
Is it what we cannot see,
Lurking there behind us,
When we hear the breathing,
Not knowing it’s our own.
What is in The Dark we fear?
Is it really there?
A little light makes shadows pop,
A faceless figure on the wall,
Yet why do we forget,
That’s where we left our coat.
What is in The Dark we fear?
Movement in the night?
Moving though our house at night,
That moving person that we see,
Whose movements mock your own,
That mirror on the wall.
What is in The Dark we fear?
Shadows from the light?
The branches swayed by blowing wind,
The streetlights eerie glow,
In the daylight nature is our friend,
In The Dark it is our foe.
What is in The Dark we fear?
Does our mind run wild?
Without our sight we do invent,
Things that make us tense and sweat,
Yet when the light shines on again we see,
There’s nothing in The Dark to fear.
I am unfortunately really far behind for a few reasons, so until I’m caught up I will be writing and posting two a day.