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.