Darkness descends
Thoughts flood
The house creaks
Memories arise
Windows rattle
Voices whisper
Wind chimes peal
Fleeting hope surfaces
Shame and guilt
Crowd the mind
Like the streetlight
Illumines the room
Feelings flow
Like an avalanche
Of mud and muck
Blue pills of sleep
Take over soon
Dreams of
Evil and beauty
Mingle together
To wake still tired
Face it all again
And seek healing
For the many ills
That conquer and divide.
