Sometimes in the silent moments you
sit and begin to forget and remember
you think you’re forgotten, but just the smallest
hint of a memory threatens to engulf you in
its consuming wake.
And you’re left wide awake in the reality of
nightmares and daydreams and night becomes
a joke, it becomes a friend and when you
look deep and long enough into that darkness,
sometimes it stares
right back at you.
Raiine 