Childhood Fear

  This poem comes from flashes of images I've had in my head since pres-school.  I have no idea if these were dreams or if they are memories.

Childhood Fear

Maybe afraid
In the dark room alone
Waiting for he
Who said he would come
It's been so long
I'm a child no more
No longer know
What I'm here waiting for
Never seen him
Don't remember his face
Open the door
Can't get out of this place
Getting so dark
And yet I can see
Something is here
In the dark room with me