There is a dread

a sickness I get

before bedtime

Colours dim

I disconnect a bit

Everything slows down

I get nervous

I feel like I am being lured into a dark hole

One that has no way out

Except where he comes from

I can’t challenge the authority

He will stop feeding me

My poo won’t be the right

shape, size or consistency

This person loves me

I am convinced

Surely attention is good

It doesn’t feel too good

But maybe feelings are deceptive

Going back to yourself

is actually hard

You know

to go against your nature

Just to survive

For others

When you’re a grown-up

You can revert

to the pure child

Because you can protect it now