Sep 28

The Dark

I am scared of the dark
The feeling of emptiness
The not being able to see 
While I stumble down the stairs at 2 am.
To look up one day and see that 
Someone, You, are not there
Gone, lost to the rolling sea.
I am scared of the dark 
but not,
I am scared that my broken pieces
Would be lost, unfound in a park that everyone sees.