Darkness

Inside my box The night is very dark. A chill wind blows through my mind And scatters thoughts Like dry leaves before a storm – Twisting, whirling out of reach. They pile up in corners in Disordered heaps. I grasp in panic, but they Skitter away just out of reach, Taunting me. Please! Bring back my ordered life! I’m lost in moonless black – No light ahead – no warmth – All order gone! I shiver. I draw in upon myself And see me growing smaller And smaller - until, at last, I simply disappear.