Night

I woke, cold, wet, from the fire within

The curse of condemnation howls in my mind.

Tears falling like drops of larva  

Larva scorching the very earth upon which I stand. 

I turn to the mountains and scream out in anger.

Fury erupts - shattering the shell that once protected my fragile soul.

This anger turns on me  piercing  the heart of the child hiding in this darkness.

The thunder roars spoiling any hope of reconciliation 

Head bowed in shame 

all submit to the power of darkness

the  concept of death dances in my mind

The alarm sounds

The shadows draw back within the self.

Daytime again, daytime both longed for and dreaded 

Job to be done. 

We made it through the night unto the morning light. 

All that was must now not be until the darkness once more steps in to

imprison me.