Raging
Rage, raging, goes I into the night
Without fear, without trepidation
Each step my first or my last
Every breath my last or my first
Unclear, confused, lost but
Somehow found again
Near to death but also alive
Fate and its fickle fingers decide
The moon enlarged and luminous
Casting its’ light on my tortured soul.
Peace, peaceful go I to sleep
Without regret, without recrimination
Each dream a memory of times gone by
Each memory dreamt on pillows soft
Safe, encased in soft lights gaze
A false security offered
Eyes betray the offered hand
Of friendship? or incarceration
I try to wake, my sedated mind
But the night enslaves me whole
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