The
night
Dark
against the blind
The
blind
Horizontal
Catching
pale glints
Of
moonlight
Soft
through the open door.
Such
a long year it’s been
Towering
in its
Bewildering
ache
Listless
at times
As
it slowly plodded on
November
to May
April
to today.
Loneliness
is something
I
don’t allow
It
may not enter
My
psyche
My
thoughts
The
long restless nights
Are
mine alone
To
wrestle into silence
To
castigate ‘til
Slumber
comes
At
dawn.