In the night
Fears become real
In the darkness
Things echo
In the dim
Shadows frighten
In the black
Time crawls.
In the dawn
We wake
And wonder;
What were we afraid of?
In the night
Published by dustyplz
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
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