By things that do not exist
And like last time it will tackle me
And beat me with airy fists.
Until the sun rises and I purge
Myself of the fear.
Until I am one with the cruel surge
That lives off our bitter tears.
But the sun is taking its time
Banishing the night
And the shadows dance across my walls,
Little balls of light
Whisper of the crumbling
In my ears, rasping inundation.
Whispers and mumblings
Chip at my foundation.
Shadows tiptoed into my soul like vermin
Half-truths, unruly
Coil around my heart, squirming
Through tunnels, run through me.
Until the sun rises and I see through
The delusions of the night
Until I hear something strong and true
Not these spider strings; these lies.
But the sun, this time, is slow
To rinse away the lies
To dry up the doubts that soak
Me to the bones with fright.
Promises of a doomed me
Of every comfort thing
Promises that loom to be
The end to comfort.
I know the dark night of the soul
Comes to its end each time
But these monsters! God! They have a hold
This night is long.
Its grip is strong.
Will I ever see the light?
© 2011 Luz Briar.
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