Silent dreams are dissolved away,
stirred awake by unrecognizable reality,
and my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,

This house knows all too well,
how to be dark and the forest remembered how to be mysterious,
as the
tap!
tap!
tap!
of wicked tree branches whipping at my window.

Almost breathing the raw, agonizing air,
lungs shriveled with fear.

I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
as a way to escape
but not succeeding.