An ubiquitous fear falls
in the night
as we approach the end
of the answers trite
and coached

For the dark
offers no comfort
at all
nor the so called light

We cower and fall
in this fight

The only way back
seems now forgotten
The birds ate all
our bread crumbs
so rotten
along with our wishes

and the gingerbread homes
are all filled with witches

(October 4th, 2017)