Friday, March 9, 2018

It was dark

It was dark when
I thought of you
and tried to call,
but there was no

answer, and then
it seemed even
darker than it had
been, darker than

the night could
muster, blacker
than midnight;
bereft of shades

of dawn, lost in
wondering and
fears which lurk
in the belly of

night, groaning
in the acid of
dissolution; that
refusal to digest.

1 comment:

  1. How lost in the darkness, lost in the wonderings and fears that only night can bring. How dark this time.
    Wonderful haunting write.
    Anna :o]