Fear

It was dark and I couldn't see.
I waited but my eyes did not adjust to
the darkness that was before me.
I got out of bed.
I had no direction as to what
direction I was walking towards.
Somehow I made it down the small hall
and into the next room. The TV
was laying face down on the floor.
Someone had been here.
Someone had been here while I was here.
And with a quick second thought
someone may still be here.
And I'm here.
But if someone is still here,
what direction do I go
to get out of here.
I can't see. I can't see where
someone may be.
Maybe I should try to go forward
toward the front door, to the nearest
way out. Someone from behind me
grabbed me.