There was something in the closet
Something under the bed
Something behind that curtain
Was that a skeleton or a monster?
I got up in a haze
The room was still dark and
There was perspiration
On my face
It was tiny and small
And it ran from behind the curtain
Into my open closet
I could see it there
I got up slowly and
Looked for my specs
And then realized that
I had none for I wore not
I wondered why the instinct
Was it me or an alter
And yet the mystery stark
In that closet close to me
I got up and walked
And opened my closet door
To find but a mirror
In which was my cold dark face
Was that the monster I thought
The fear that was inside
I could not be sure
And threw my clothes hither thither
I had a blind realization
I was running from whom
Was it myself
Or the country open
Things were hazy
The fear was clear
Fear is always with you
Not happiness, nor sorrow
Fear is your friend
Fear is your foe
Fear is not
Fear is yes
I got up with a fright.
