Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Fear Of The Unknown


The bird of the light
On its golden wings
Takes you on a flight
To visit a place where
Reason works and logic walks

The wings are so strong
That they can make you touch the sun
Beat winds and claim the sky

By the power of its flight
You may win over whatever
Comes in your way
Nothing to fear
Light clears everything.

Out of the dark
A picture is formed
And then turns into a monster
His hands are bigger
Even in a closed room
He touches you

Even in a lava lighted room
He breaks in
Makes strange noises
Like that of horror films

He follows you
And you never know
If he has a dagger pointed at you
A fear of the unknown
Grips your mind
A danger of the dark
Crawls in on your skin

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013

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