Afraid of Shadows - Dustin Vado

Afraid of shadows

And creaks of bone,

There's a name for this fear,

This arrested alone.

I once was lost

But now I am round,

The circle in the square

Of self made sounds

That keep me up at night

When i am no spoon,

Not little, not big,

Without sheep for the moon.

Weary eyes in whirled

Whiskey day’s apnea,

Bloodshot and counting

The ticks out of insomnia -

The age of the lonely seed

Laid to rest tonight

With a goddess as crescent

To snore away the fright.