The man towering over me,
Shroud in darkness,
Asks me his question in a bellowing voice.
"What are you afraid of?"
His crooked teeth curl into a smile.
My dead eyes stare into his empty static sockets.
I do not answer, and his voice replaces the silence.
"Could it be...the dark?"
I shake my head,
For darkness has become my home.
"How about spiders?"
I shake my head once again.
The towering man,
Stewing in the anguish of others,
"Do you dislike heights?"
Another firm "no" from me,
For the tallest towers contain the most beautiful views.
"So, what is it? Oceans? Space? Death?"
No is my answer to each,
For all three provide homes for something.
Once the man finally remains silent,
I let my voice escape.
"I am afraid of being left behind.
"I am afraid of being left behind. I am afraid of being abandoned and forgotten.
"I am afraid of being left behind. I am afraid of being abandoned and forgotten. I will live in darkness and die a million times if it means they won't forget me.
I am afraid of being alone in a sea of people."
The towering man suddenly shrinks,
Back to his true form.
"Thank you," he says,
Climbing back into my head.