Rage, raging, goes I into the night

Without fear, without trepidation

Each step my first or my last

Every breath my last or my first

Unclear, confused, lost but

Somehow found again

Near to death but also alive

Fate and its fickle fingers decide

The moon enlarged and luminous

Casting its’ light on my tortured soul.

 

Peace, peaceful go I to sleep

Without regret, without recrimination

Each dream a memory of times gone by

Each memory dreamt on pillows soft

Safe, encased in soft lights gaze

A false security offered

Eyes betray the offered hand

Of friendship? or incarceration

I try to wake, my sedated mind

But the night enslaves me whole