Phantom Fear

The ambiance of darkness pushes the nightmare deeper into the center of my subconscious.
The mystery is a riddle as the words settle onto the page, one I’m not familiar with.
The words became a paradox as I stand up against my fear.

The deceptive depression sinks further into the grim darkness.
The screaming old black memory is sharp as a sickle.
I touched the fear and cowered into the depths of the night.

Maybe it’s just me.
The pain seems to come and go.
And I dare to enjoy the feeling.