Another night time falls

Is it me or does anyone else not look forward to night times?
I’m expecting that it’s just me.

Once more the silence speaks its insidious breathless jest into the very pith of your mind

The darkness it wears as a mantle threatens to starve you of oxygen to the point of panic

Its cold breath inhales the life from your lungs and the shaking returns to unfeeling limbs that vainly try to hold you safe

Your mouth opens to cry for desperate attention but the tears that roll down inflamed cheeks choke the words away

The silence wins yet again and you can only wait for the hope of a new day, the only comfort in the vastness of an empty bed, yourself

Even here comfort hides itself in the creases of recessive foetal folds and you know you really are….



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