Darkness Through The Glass

Is there something unwanted

or even decried

that lives in the bottom

of all you’ve despised

to weep when you’re happy

the prefect of tears

confusing the moment

defying the years

its magic conscripting

new days into night

 trapping what’s in you

embracing the fright

one saving question

 the clock striking twelve

destiny tolling

—your answer indwells  

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)