The Stepchild

It is the stepchild of my worries.
You see, I dream of worlds anew
create pages I can hide
They set me free
They barricade the doors
the child could never find me
Vibrant beautiful singing colours
essenced scent waters eyes
simply breathtaking sight
A fright, need I say?
The child lingers
I forget
You see, I see nightmares come alive
the cages never open
I am never free
barricaded doors
the child could never find me
Dull murky dying colours
essenced breath waters grave
simply breathtaking sight
A start need I say?
The child lingers
I remember