One The Hard Way

Standing on the corner of your bed
the walls are fifty feet high
seeing a white line then a red
part the clouds in the sky

It was like a hammer
coming down in frustration
I would wobble and stammer
seeking some salvation

I can’t run to the ceiling
and I’m miles from the floor
not even when the bell rings
will I dare say nevermore

The terror of midnight
is told by the sweat on my head
but just as afraid of the light
that tells me when I’m dead

Some days I still go back there
trying to feel that small
nowadays I don’t easily scare
because I remember it all.