shut.

All too familiar for comfort
Flashing repetitions of a closed chapter
All too close, too much in parallel
The lines start to blur, to fade

The fence starts to creak
The eyes glowing and wide
So clear and unknowingly moist
The child prances, with a threatening grace

Shutting the light out
Bring in the darkness, with open arms
That thick cloak that protects
That wraps the child and hides

Pretend they aren't there
Soon the child will believe the subtle pretense
Just a matter of time and will
It's a cry for aid, beyond whim and control