Mistaken

She who stands at The tops of stairs He who plays with knives, beware The floor is old and shaky To the voices sent to scare I send to you a muddled prayer: I’m tired and mistaken Towards the trials mistaken What you want’s to want some more Shut the light and shut the door We’re all of us mistaken The angry floor’s awakened I’m hung up in the closet, beware Nesting with the shadows, beware Trees and falling leaves fall, beware Careful what you cast