a lone night

Tides of the day have risen; 

the western sun is setting,

the mild glow of the moon a nuisance in its shinning,

I'm cuddled to a stooge, mentally fallen.

A journey through a long lone night starts,

to reckon with loud silence,

piecing fragments of solitude in their dorminance-

to a castle of emptiness that hurts.

I'm drowning in the bottomless abyss,

of thoughts that scare-

this that numbs the heart with no care,

devoid of the fairy tales of bliss.

But a night walker I want to be not,

Peace setters retell me a tale worthy to note.

© Bunguswa ™.