Once I Knew... Series #13

The night conveys a mystic dreariness

permeating my senses,
a rapid pulse ascending,
shadows lurking, hiding behind each other
an environment of reluctance,
an attitude of concern…

protruding like an appendage
that has no body from which it broke free;
evening flowers bloom our of fright
and into the night I journey,
continuing my path of recklessness, hoping…
to regain sight without eyes…
to regain touch without feeling…
to regain control over that which you stole;
an evening of pretense and pretext,
as the darkness oozes out of you and,
I once again embrace the likeness of day.

16Feb13