A Poem by AM

Late at night, a thought, a query.

Sleepless hours turn into nothing, dreary

Why so hard to lay alone in bed.

Not alone, for getting monsters in my head.

Skin crawling, Parasites in my vein.

I love to hurt because at least I can feel the pain.

Being alone, is being the one with the problem. My demons entice me, I say no, but next time I'll let them.

Deep breaths in, one, two, three, four.

no breathing out, I'm lost in my own core.

Yet a knock on the door.

My own shadow.

Clamoring he wants to see my blood pour.

Maybe I agree and drift my eyes to sleep.

I hear everyone weep, but I don't want it to be for me.

A sound a light, nothing is more of a delight.

I pull back the curtains the sun bright.

My eyes are opened, I know it's a good day.

at least maybe I'll be okay

for I am alive today