The darkness
The darkness takes me every night
For little do I dream
I black out with no recall
A blankness it would seem
Where I go I do not know
There is a lack of anything there
Yet each night I descend
a trapped inward stare
Others tell of strange dreams
When I say I have none
They say I just don’t remember
The same thing in the long run
Each night I die a death
And am reborn each moring
For a time at night I am gone
A passing with no mourning
Where does sleep take me?
To a place so dark
Yet it is a piece inside
A place within my heart
If there is no memory
A lack of a feeling
When you can’t touch a inner part
It is a darkness of being
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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