Shackled In the Dark
I dread the nights -
long hours alone
pass slowly.
I wrestle sleep
in fear of dreams
darker than my loss.
I forget the day, the month,
even the year you left
without warning,
but oh how in the darkness
I remember too well
the moment -
down to the second -
of my silent screams,
Twisted thoughts,
face contorted
in pain like no other
pain I had ever felt
while holding
what once was you.
In light of day
I turn to stone.
Then, night comes,
a ghost haunting me,
too weighted with evil to rise.
Behind closed lids I am
the torero impaled
by Satan's horns
searching for God
in the final breath.
Again, screams cannot escape
from my choking lungs.
My heart breaks like shattered glass -
the shards racing -
tearing through my veins.
Red-eyed and weary,
I wait for a hollow sun
to harden my heart again.
I would rather be numb
than suffer through tortures
of night.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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