Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy

I’m scared.
The rains pour down.
Thunder shakes the ground
and I hide under the bed.
I see your footsteps looking for me.
Daddy can’t you see?
I’m afraid of you.

Don’t find me
I whisper
Tucked in the corner
Holding tight
To my fears

I’m afraid of you

I huddle