Fear Me

Fear me, for I have cried,

a thousand tears beaneth your feet.

The same tears you will mop

tomorow.

Fear me, for I have screamed,

a thousand years into the night.

The same screams you will hear

in sorrow.

Teach me to stop dragging my skin

roughly across the past, so it may tear

like paper, because it is so thin.

Teach me a door may be opened without

a key, whether it be locked or not.

Ask me how I got this far in a single step,

taken again

and again

and again.