Descending Into Darkness

I try to drift into the dust of sleep but my weary mind starts to play tricks on me aware that as gloomy shadows wrap around me glimmers of nightmarish dreams will taunt me. Dusk looms ahead like an endless tune I feel the darkness smothering me a sorcerer casting a flimsy net upon me holding me fascinated like an evil spell. Anguish clutches at me in a mental free fall sucking refuse into a well of black my breath dissipates into a hazy fog tugging with it the broken chords of my life. I crave for the moon on a starless night to wake up fresh, unsullied with the flush of dawn. @jjote 072521