I will eventually step back into free verse--but not yet. Let me know what you think:
This Dark Night
At a time when the light was far too bright,
With a clash and clamor—a clanging din,
You flip off the switch succumbing to night,
As insects crawl in, out, over your skin.
You choke, gag, swallow—finally invite
A twitching, a twinge, a tremor within.
As blue devils scuttle in endless flight,
Though closing your ears, the voices begin.
Failure and shame they are set to recite,
Litany of wrong, a message of sin.
You run around aimless, lost in your plight
Adrift and misplaced, undone from chagrin.
The chills commence, the shaking’s begun,
Pleading, praying for the next morning sun.
2007-07-28
10:25:47
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