darkness crept in
with his heavy feet on the floor
and his hot breath on my neck

mocking tone pierces
my vulnerable mind
and i crumble

a surface crack breaches
a sitting duck
for a gust of wind

blinded by the vision
of how things should be
and what will never happen

sitting at the fork
watching the boats pass
as i am unable to move

the light has faded
the sun has set
and i have waited hours for the dawn

but i keep my eyes to the east
and i will wait many more
for the sun to rise.