As a child
I heard you in the night
 you breathed the wind of fear
from out there

I hid
was silent
deserving your anger
you would
eat me

Years later
 your sunken eyes
flash at the winter dances
"Ho, ho!" your voice sounds
only need and anguish

I feel you within
dancing now
not from fear
but sadness

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

WOW! Beautifully haunting, and sad. Fear evolving into sadness with time and maturity. Somehow, I feel that sadness is the more painful of the two emotions.

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