Unkown
dreaming
light touch of my back
wide eyes now
flick the switch
return to the blankets, burrowing
THUMPF
too close
*BACK DOOR*
house alarm
too much!
padding to the door
folks alert, guns in hand
Brother, come along
crack of light between us and the outside
*dial* 9-1-......
mama, hug,
yes, im fine
but its too much
too alert and too aware
loathing,
this all consuming awakening
of fear
this temporary prison
and its too much
i am the light needed to find Him
in everything and everywhere
i will not be defeated..
by the unkown
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