Night dawns in
the room twilight lit,
disguised as oblivion
unlocking every slit

Empathetic
and silent,
listening
and supporting
My companion,
speechless yet responding

Artful expedition
of lives,
fragmented and whole
of secrets,
holy and shameful
My guest welcome
yet pleasantries demanded

Indomitable
tempting urge
to act,
brazen and dauntless
to love,
uncontrolled and limitless
My foe,
none shall ever know

Seeking and praying,
And waiting,
An end or a new beginning for,
My refuge,
Till dawn and reality

Struggling
conscience,
beaten
will,
battered
and empty
my soul, besieged

Night prowls out
the room early sun lit,
leaving behind oblivion
and an open wounded slit.