As a child…

[CRNDLSM]

As a child…

I was afraid of ghosts
in fig trees, yew trees,
willows like fountains of tears
in the gathering darkness. Fear
of bones picked clean. Water
churned green. Sorrow that hung
from a rope in the branches
against the sky,
the white wide eyes of children
asking why -

but now 
knowing it was all a lie I don't think you need this line though
I’m afraid there are no ghosts 
in the gathering darkness.

I liked this a lot really, quite catching