Hidden in the cosmos

A pencil feverishly scribbling in the dead of the night.
Putting down on paper, the thoughts safety out of sight.
Setting them free, getting them safely out my head. Then hidden in the cosmos, for my loved ones to find when I'm dead.
Terrors of the future waiting to be.
Heartache from the past, to private to see.
All coded in poems, only another poet could retrieve.
My secrets and dreams stored safely, for them one day to read.
These words are all that is me, about the horrors only I feel. All the nightmares I have to hide.
So during the day with them then, I don't have to deal.