In the night I go to places
my day self fears to tread,
Where secret aches and longings claim
their space inside my head.
Too easily I lose the fight
Give up my self control,
Yield reason, faith and innocence
to yearnings of my soul.
In the night I steal past conscience
to find my terror tree,
Pick a poisonous fruit that tastes
like life and death to me.
My closed eyes are forced to take in
all that I fear to see,
I’m drowning, bleeding, burning the
frail bones of inner me.
The spell breaks when I awaken
fractured or still the same,
My mind revealing or hiding
what I can’t bear to name.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
In the night I go to places
my day self fears to tread,
Where secret aches and longings claim
their space inside my head.
Too easily I lose the fight
Give up my self control,
Yield reason, faith and innocence
to yearnings of my soul.
In the night I steal past conscience
to find my terror tree,
Pick a poisonous fruit that tastes
like life and death to me.
My closed eyes are forced to take in
all that I fear to see,
I’m drowning, bleeding, burning the
frail bones of inner me.
The spell breaks when I awaken
fractured or still the same,
My mind revealing or hiding
what I can’t bear to name.
