I Am Still Afraid of The Dark

i lay here still

the wind moves the house from side to side

creaking from one end to the other 

im afraid of the dark

ive always been afraid of the dark

the wind picks up the leaves and dances them around the garden; it sounds like footsteps

i have a lump in my throat 

i swallow it as quietly as i can

i don’t want this monster to hear me

living in a big house alone is frightening