The Dread of Tomorrow

The Dread of Tomorrow

Alone in silence

caged by sleeplessness

and at the mercy of the dark and its possibilities.

Above a slow ceiling fan turns

marking interminable time.

Tormenting.

Like carrion birds circling.

You close your eyes in the hope.

but thoughts...

they congregate and gossip

murmuring half-lies

half-truths

Mice in an abandoned garage

Friend or foe?

Counsellor or waylayer?

Nibbling and gnawing at

what's left.

Not much.

What's to be done?

Is it worth it?

Chattering in the dark.

Nothing is clear

But the dread of tomorrow.

I.C