In the dark

In the dark I can rest,

with my hands apon the breast;

I would cry or laugh or null or moan,

and no man would stop to ponder why.

It is here I am whole,

none to demand or reprimand,

none to take a hand or a swift kick to the chest.

I could wander and wonder,

escape foe and woe,

until a sliver of light breaks;

with a yank and a pull

In the dark I cease,

down,

down,

down,

A pit of frank nothingness,

What a matter. What is the matter?

Oh, nothing!

Those shards that blind, cast, discombobulate.

The day has begun my night has gone,

I have earned this right to stay in solitude.

Through wrinkles, coughs, ticks and tocks to be In the dark,

Is to be in the nest.

Dirt to block breath, nails to hold;

pale and cold,

silence achieved, none to grieve-

In the dark that's where I'll be.