Stars Unlit Poem by Alex Brawn Windrealm

My throat and my joy and my lungs,
Make a laugh at what once then was,
so harsh at the time. I, confined,
My legs strangled by the vines.

It seems fear fades along life's groan,
For we fear worse while left alone,
The unknown things. Yet, When we grow,
So do scarred memories below.

Our frames, haunting do they,
As dim-lit cobblestone streets lay
On the opposite side of day.
I'm 'fraid of what against I pray.

But why? Why does the darkness bring
to me fear that in my ears, rings,
Rounding my head, haloed feelings
Of dread—visioned, mislead beings

Whom are unseen to searching eyes,
But listed to pounce once my cries
have died from the numbing inside,
Which lingers like a child's white lies?

Answered, clearly—when we are young
And everything is left undone,
Lights assigned by stars, not the sun,
Give, by darkness, nowhere to run.