Fear

Ten o’clock in the afternoon,

too dark outside to follow you own feet,

loneliness tickling your spirit,

fear covering your breast.

What’s next?

You start thinking there’s no scape;

everything turns into shadows,

even grass is whispering dead

and

suddenly,

the brightest light you’ve ever seen!

Your eyes can’t keep their shape,

you change,

you break,

you yell,

you howl…

A little wolf shouting to the moonlight…

Who won?