A Sliver of Night


Hard nights

yield to the dull light

building in the western sky.

Slowly the fear

found in the darkness fades.

The morning awakes,

ready to live in full,

but always with a sliver of darkness

under the skin.

Scratch and itch as you’d like.

It will not be dislodged.

Through noonday sun,

a flicker of shadow

creeps into the corner of your eye.

Those poisoned barbs of night

tainting the blood.

If not found and extracted

this infection will yield

only madness.

Pluck it out.

Let the day be free

of the terrors of the dark.

And let the night

only be for rest,

and dreams.

May hard nights

transition smoothly

into good days.



DJR – 2022

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