Some Dark Space Poem by Luce Darwin

I am afraid of myself,
afraid of all I do not control.

What goes on in my unconscious?

What happens in the time
between dreams?

How does one go from,
the highest elevation,
to the deepest trench,
in a mere second?

What is going on
in the shadows of my mind;
Is there some forbidden library
where it houses it's secrets from me?

Is it whispering your name
more often than I think?

Am I really the one in control,
or have I been told lies
by some enigma in my mind;
by some being I cannot see?

I certainly gave no admittance
to all of this!

Could it be listening to me
as I write these words,
in this very moment?

Does it know the words
before they are sentences?

Is some dark space in my mind
plotting against me?