Blame the Dark
The hours when thoughts grow deeper;
wayward, sometimes whimsical.
They wander into fantasy
and invention, conceiving possible
nightmares and delusions and fancies.
Long nights when sleep is elusive
and illogical visions seem persuasive and real.
Thoughts like empty rooms
echoing with thunder.
Lost memories come to roost:
blaming, scorching, bleeding,
mangling, crippling, shattering.
Resistant hearts struggle
quail, agonize, quiver, weep,
wait, longing for some release:
sleep or day