Dark

It’s a quarter past three,

But I don’t wanna sleep.

I’m sinking,

Drowning,

On thoughts.

Thoughts that clutter my mind all day,

Until F I N A L L Y

They can release themselves

Into the dark abyss that is my bedroom,

My hallowed place.

Like moths to flame,

The thoughts begin to multiply.

The good,

The bad,

The scary.

All playin’ out in whatever crevices of my conscience,

And unconscience,

Can be found

As the night hours

D W I N D L E on.

Others, sleeping,

Not allowed the pleasure

Of my quiet screams

And pleads for help.

For someone,

Something,

To light a path out

Of the black

And crowded corners

Of my nook

In this gargantuan world.

I wait,

Fighting,

Battling,

Struggling,

With myself

For the day

That someone

Will come

And take them

Away.

Lock them up

And throw away

The K E Y.

For peace

To sweep over me

And

Bring light into my dungeon.