3 in the morning
I wake up in fear
every night
at the same time

Something outside
by the window?
Or by the door?

What is it
that scares me?

Visiting my father
I realize
the fear comes
from the many time
I've been holed up

Alone in my store
pressing the button
to let the thief in
it wasn't a window
or a door

I decide to
fight fear
with fear

Naked,
I come out
of bed
I walk
in the forest

Dark mixes
with darkness
Shadows play
and dance

I can't see
but I fear
the darker
the scarier

I follow my fear
behind this tree
behind that rocks
more darkness
more fear

And then nothing
I go back to bed
and never wake up
at 3 in the morning
again

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