n.n.n.n nineteen

Fear of the unknown,
how the fear has grown,
but the fear that we feared
is the fear we have known
all our lives.

I’m tired of playing games
praying to gods with a thousand
different faces and even more names
want to rest,

what’s that under the bed?
it’s only dust a voice said,
pretending to be dust,

I know those monsters
they’re not unknown
but they were before
I knew them.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.