Knowing keeps it Going

 I wonder how would I have fared

had I not been that scared

of everything and nothing all around

of something surreal and even so sound

Maybe If I hadn't cared

I might have never been scared

of lonelier folks passing by

in the shade of night, no noise no sigh

Perhaps it was me who dared

to even know I was scared

because its quiet in the abyss of dark

knowing as someone who seldom saw spark

Lurking in the nothingness are thoughts

Ones not good, weird and all sorts and lots

These have been me and no one's spared

Truly, the knowledge is what keeps me scared