In my head

I cringe,

crib and whine,

at the thought of empty nights.

There is the urgent longing,

of your being at my side.

The sounds of this dark,

they echo in my dreams,

eating in on me,

but I wake up.

I want to stay awake,

not letting you make a mess of it all,

I know you are in my head.

 

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It’s Dark Again

In the burrows of my darkness, I weep.
a pining slow, and voices buried miles away.
And still the web i cannot shatter.
A peek at laughter and our friendly banter.
Are my unseen voices all you remember?