The Wilted Bouquet

The Things Behind Me

What do you fear?
Is it the dark?
Is it the Ocean?
Is it the fear of someone important dieing?

I'm scared of the things behind me.
I know they aren't real.
They aren't there.
I know that.
But sometimes,
They feel real.
And I find myself scared.

I find myself on the floor.
Terrified of the things behind me.

They aren't real.
They aren't real.
They aren't real.

But the fear in my eyes are.