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