Night

She needs the darkness, The comfort Some midnight assurance A mentoring ammunition Preparing her for the daylight’s work. The strands of sunshine, Fill the gaps of clouds Its strands remind her of the hardships, That force their way into an accumulated darkness. An accumulated darkness, She could forever be accustomed to. The time before dawn, Revives the ignition With silence, devastation and madness. Into the depths of her rug she interwines And a scream burns her throat, Lifts her eyes Hands crumble after gripping on the past A disappointment she can never get by A new disappointment every night And to address all these disappointments is to empty her mind Her skin is the only foreign entity in the room But the absence of light is the absence of judgement. Sometimes she wishes there were superstitions to follow, A ruling, a guidance, a meaning behind the struggle The sun will rise in 5 hours, In an expected East So her heavy eyelids crash against her burgundy pillows And she lets the demons sleep. She needs the darkness, The comfort Some midnight assurance A mentoring ammunition Preparing her for the daylight’s work.