I hate the dark
the domain of the unknown
the static of my panic
the place I hide the most

the dark holds all you can imagine
so visions of demons and trauma remain
and add to that the memories
of all those held in vain

the dark is a haven
for those of them like me
who hide their color in the shadows
wishing to be free

so I'll hold tight to this stuffed animal
bury my face deep in its fur
wish that it was you,
and your embrace that soothes me too

I hate the dark
but its ok when your near
your presence brings me comfort
and focuses on reality, not the fear