Dead of night.
A well,
Bottomless.
A sob,
Fathomless.
A breath,
Without end.
Dead of night.
A dark,
Smothering.
A touch,
Faltering,
A release,
Without joy.
Dead of night.
Seconds,
In hours.
Minutes,
In days.
Hours,
Without words.
Dead of night.
A mind,
Uncalmable.
A loss,
Immeasurable.
A cry,
Without form.
Dead of night.
Dead of night.
[...] often, like the poem I published yesterday, I am driven to write because it’s the only way I can get feelings, thoughts — demons, [...]