Saturday, January 28, 2017

Dreams of Darkness

Dreams of darkness chase me

in the small hours
in the time between yesterday and today

I wake

Stare outward and see nothing but the night
Stare inward and see nothing but the night

the wind may blow in the trees
the rain may hit the window pain

the snoring next to me, will probably be loud and grating

but the silence all around echos,
echos in me

"you are never alone, not really...."

you are always alone, really.

No one else is ever in your head