Afraid of the Dark

As a child
I feared darkness
And what lurked under its broad cloak
Monsters beneath the bed
Tapered shadows
Shivering across windowpanes
Nameless sounds
Daring me to identify them
My world unexplored
With an ancient mariner’s foreboding
Of sailing off the world’s edge

I’m grown now
Acorn to oak
Virginity excised
No longer asking
Are we there yet?
I’ve followed the signs
And flowed within the rules
Established for all good lemmings
Produced offspring and mortgages
Report for work daily
Shutting the cage door behind me

My strength has waned
So that despite its muffled cries
I can’t free my spirit
From that old brown paper bag
Nor dislodge routine’s swollen tick
From my anemic sense of wonder

And worst of all
I’m afraid of the dark
The mystery of my own being
Confronting me when alone
After all my diversions are spent
Like runners
Unable to pass the baton

I’m turning to stone
Pondering the abyss within
And how I might commute
This self-imposed sentence
Of alienation

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