In the wake of night untamed streams flood from black eyes filled with guarded stares.
Where there is a corner, there is no sight...
Where there is a room, there is no light...
Where there is thought, there is no breath...
In the wake of night stillness feels like a final resting place.
Where the heart pounds runs emotions through your veins...
Where the heart lies tears fall at 60 beats per minute...
Where the heart feels its lost...
In the wake of night, sleep runs into the distance wanting to be caught but the task is impossible in slow motion. Everything the day presented surges through your head with no direction and no sympathy until it crashes and you search within the rubble looking for signs of sense only to find confusion.
Morning is upon us and your eyes have yet to close but the days responsibilities must go on.  In a matter of hours you will again be "in the "wake" of night".