Goodnight(mare)

Lights off. Night light on.
That’s my desperate attempt
To interrupt the darkness
Before it buries me into a deep sleep.
When it comes crawling over me,
It aims to stab me where it hurts the most.
After it shadows over my impaired heart,
It sharpens until I am penetrated.
It does not stop until it has drilled through completely.

Suddenly, my eyes fly open.
I see the night light.
But why does it still feel so somber?

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

We can put off the feelings of the heart with the activities of the day....but given silence and darkness they always reappear.