Whos Night

Who,s Night ? It is, night ! dark as pitch black I am, Swimming in night sweat Towards an unreachable morning shore whispering pillows bring hours of fear and a cage of scrabbling arms reaching grip my runaway,thumping heart beats fleeing me, left prone alone shaking but still my flickering shut eyes see through strangely the bizarreness of its veiled cloak it hides all Night is elusive, in its wraps, its bitter taste But, is always conquered by morning light If the dawn does not appear, i am lost, realising the heavy lid is screwed down.