ONCE UPON A TRAGEDY

I used to have recurring nightmares.

When I was a fragile child.

I'd be jolted awake,and count to 3,

yell for my mother...

I remember how safe I felt when she came.

That is just another feeling that vanishes with age.

Like a first kiss...Or the last day of school...

Sometimes...I'd wake up,and not be frightened at all.

There was no need to call for my mother.

I would immediately go to the window,and stare out.

As if something was calling me.

I would never see anything but darkness...

I know now,what it was.

It was me.

Some spirit from the future,

hiding in the treeline,watching me look for myself.

Waiting in the black.

Trying to build up enough courage to tell myself...

The nightmares will never stop.