Midnight Fear.

Yes. Midnight is my worst time.

All of my worries. All of my past fears

A bleak future. An even bleaker past.

Everything comes like thin tendrils of cold icy mist

… creeping under my bedroom door

As I lay in darkness. In solitude. Ok. I’m alone.

And that darkness is so thick, like tar

It crawls over me. I feel it. Black. Clammy.

… it chills my bones. It sucks at my soul.

And worries, unspoken, barely acknowledged

Become real. Gain teeth and claws.

I want to scream. But I can’t

And yeah I am weak, I want to cry but I daren’t.

For I cannot show my melting inner weakness

I never will.

Moi? Not me. I’m fine,

This smile is real, isn’t it?

It’s special.

It’s just for you.

Copyright Stan M Rogers. 2018.