Becoming Me

My Fear

(8-04-03)

Hiding,
Hiding.
Arm across eyes,
Don't want to see
Who comes for me.
I am
Asleep.
I am
Unknown.
I feel but it
Can't be shown.
Hovering,
Fly on ceiling,
Sees all,
Feels all
With no feeling.
Spider in the
Corner of the room.
Tiles,
Black and white.
Schoolroom like.
Hovering again.
Rise above on
Not quite angel wings.
Think of things
Distracting.
I cannot hear,
I am not here at all.
I am the spot
On the wall.
I am the lonely sound of
Freight trains call.
I know who you are.
I saw what you did.
My memory is
Not as clear
As my fear.