By Don Edwards
It’s the 3am wake-up call that my body set just for me
When a merciless tic of my mind drags me up from the solace of sleep
Screaming and kicking helpless all along the jagged way
To this the darkest of the dark from which everything has been swept
Darker than light has ever been light even at the bustling noon of my days
More alone than ever alone in this empty and solitary place
Where I am to face the remainder of what is the night
To learn what only is like.
To feel the cold that lives at the end my way.
“I write to keep letting the light in.” – the writer