Clocks are turned
to meet fall winds.
Clouds cover moon
and stars glow is stifled.

Day wizes by
Bringing night again.
Time to face shadows.

Time where fragments of pain
surface from past life
to be healed.

Faceless shadow
invade present realms reality.

Body twists.
Concentration fades
Rashes appear and
Sleeps impossible.

When will it end, I ask
starring outward.
In quiet answers comes...
"When you're done
with what you came for."