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
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