poetry

lonely

my mom always thought i was afraid of the dark
she bought me a night light and everything
i wasn't scared of the dark, in fact i cherished the emptiness the night welcomed me.
i wasn't scared of the dark.
i was scared because every time my mother closed the door and let the darkness consume me, that she would never come back.
leave me in the dark forever.
to wallow in nothing for eternity.
alone.