Engulfing me in its black cloud,
candles nowhere near
to force the night to withdraw.
Not like I would want it to,
I welcome the dark of night,
I condemn the light of day,
where no horizon high enough
could the daystar sink beneath
so rapidly, as to give me the night.
At its howling, the night
blinds me from the visuals
that I hallucinate.
At its retreat during sunrise,
the night learns to let go of me,
screaming all its way westward.
That first blue of the coming dawn
is the light’s announcement to the night.
The twilight, the transition between
cyanic blue skies and starry blackness,
somehow gives me hope,
hope to no longer see nor hear
the terrible hallucinations!
I truly feel for you, Daniel. I know what it’s like to pray for darkness. There is hope, just keep going, my friend.
There is a song your piece reminds me of.
“But it’s too late to go back
I can see the darkness through the cracks.
Daylight fading, I curse the breaking.
The day is gone”
Thanks, Alexandria. I’m going to check it out. I need a miracle by this point
Powerfully penned, Daniel. I know what’s it like to be a creature of night, incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian