My fear.
I have this fear,
Since you died.
It’s only there,
When it’s dark outside.
Especially when I’m alone,
The feeling won’t go away.
That only happens,
When the night turns into day.
When I want to sleep,
I close my eyes.
I block my ears from every sound,
And try to think about something nice.
But usually that doesn’t work,
The feeling is just to strong.
So before I catch some sleep,
Takes usually very long.
And when I finally do,
Another nightmare begins.
Once again,
My fear wins.
Where am I afraid of?
I have no idea.
I think it’s not for the darkness itself,
But I think I’m afraid for the things I’m unable to see.
I think I’m afraid,
for the things you can only feel.
Sometimes I just know you’re around,
Because for imagining those feelings, they are just to real.
And I don’t mind that you’re near,
I like that.
But what scares me,
Is that you’re trying to make some sort of contact.
So what I want you to do,
Is to give me and you’re self some rest.
And go to where you’re mend to go.
Because we both know that’s for the best.
And when you found that place where you need to be,
Come see me every know and then.
Because I’m certain that from that place,
That’s something that you can.
And when you do,
Make contact in the form of a dream, but not in the form of a nightmare.
And I won’t be scared anymore, I will enjoy every moment of it,
Because I will just know that you’re there