Fear.

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.