Nighttime
At a time when no one is aware
When no one cares
At a moment when time creeps unnoticed
I have awoken, curious to what
stalks the rooms like an odd intruder.
Who is it that takes my hand and
leads me to some unresolved question?
I see a void, and hear the silence;
I feel the pain of knowing we are alone, together.
I've misplaced my security in a room full of night,
It is nowhere to be found.
All that exists is the soul suspension
one feels in barren spaces, in dark places.
Evening rests but I rove riddles
—seeking a legacy.
I dwell in a place where most are fairly dead,
Until they rise like Lazarus, daily,
and I so wearily am ready for bed.