Dawn of the darkness

Dawn of the darkness

     The best part of the day is in the twilight knowing the hours of quiet righteousness are coming upon you.
     All during the lighter hours is spent trying to sleep so you don’t have to face the whirlwind of confusing thoughts that are always ready to make you pull back the hammer and take your chances.
     At least at night you can find some ease of pain and morbid thoughts. The thoughts that run       through your mind like the maelstrom of winds blowing through the wintery metropolitan streets amongst the skyscrapers, stirring up the scattered newspapers of your dreams and shredding your sanity.
     The isolation of loneliness is the warm blanket and soft bed of your existence and the only thing       worth striving for and then becomes your peace. In the stillness of the wee hours, while       meditating in the darkness, confusion is lessening.
     While contemplating existence, acknowledging fault I am drawn to sleep, the required but       precious potion that is so illusive and costly is finally coming.
     In the ether I can hear the roar of calmness
     My self loathing is easing, my fears abating, waiting for the nightmarish drain to cease enough       to attain the payoff of some silent rectitude.
     Some nights are better than others some weeks kinder.
     Are the infusions of arsenic helpful to the cause I cannot say but the path of least resistance is in       the cosmos.
     As I drift into the fleeting repose I realize that I’ve accomplished this hard fought challenge       presented in the small still apocalypse.