Darkness

Those endless, sleepless nights

Bring with them your grin

That old familiar grin

Drooling and laughing crazily

Grinning savagely with

Huge dirty-decayed teeth

 

I can hear those loathsome clogs

Your clock-work running this

Eternal time-zone

 

Your repulsive body

Of stone-faced darkness

Rests upon my breast

 

Oh, to bleed ominously

For the dozy daytime silence

As the sun licks my back

With a patch of late autumn sunshine

 

But for now

I stare into your huge gleeful teeth

And pull the covers up over my eyes

And clutching my pillow

With panicking tightness.

 

This illness inside of me

Growling, pulsating

The stench of a forgotten pond

In the darkness

Slime green rotting

 

You eat inside my mind

Swim

No, rage through my veins

So destructive

So tormenting

 

the anger

The uneasiness

Unable to sit

Unable to listen

 

Has one minute passed?

Am I alive?

Or just lost in the opaqueness

Of smoke

 

The rage

The anger

It is choking me!

 

 

By Wanda Stafford.