Dogs are barking
and the wind is howling
and dragging it’s legs through autumn leaves

at the door
the night silences all sleep
and white walls
catch my dreams
and erase them
almost immediately

unstable, tossed, and turning

there is no peace to be disturbed
or broken

the night is chaos
and i know nothing else
besides it’s name
and hollow meanings

listless, useless connotations

faint stars flicker
and lie about the promises of morning

fortune rises in the west
and soon the sun will be returning
to dry it all up again…