Yes, I'm Scared

Night's is inching towards morning
In subtle silence and suggestive sluggishness
Mummified emotions and towering speechlessness
Are hugging the dark
Pulling me inside
The view-less visions vivacious.

Compelled to question myself
Am I scared of darkness of the night?
Perhaps I am,
Perhaps I am not,
It is the darkness of the heart
Wringing my every inch
The soul, the mind
The entrails,
And my skin - thread bare.

You are here, here by my side
No not present physically.

But like a thought
Thumping treads
Blowing trumpets
Beating drums --
A sloganeering brigade of dead
Celebrating ceremonies
Of dumping bodies dead.

Consuming my living self
Turning me into half dead
Enslaving me
Intermittently.
Slowly with your sugary syrupy sweet
Vastitudes
Of loving words;
Or with
Arrogant Attitudes of Arrogant you
And your
Uncompromising Obstinacy.

What you say
Has to be right always
And if not
You'll make it
If I disagree
You'll be a two year old
Spoiled Brat
Beat your feet on the ground
Cry hard and make me cry
Imbuing intolerable misery
All around.

You're a rich customer at the five star
Paying a big tip
To the waiter
Everyone loves waiting your table
But I'm not the waitress
I won't wait your table please
Nor will I be your whore
Doing striptease.

Yes, I'm scared,
So shiveringly scared
Scared of breaking up
Yet scared of continuing too.
Scared of the darkness outside
Scared of the troubled storms of troubled times
Troubling me inside.