Darkness

A soft breeze, caresses my cheek,

Soothing me with its lullaby

as dimonds dance above me, in a cloudless sky.

That's when the demons come

invading my sleep, shattering my peace.

Ripping at me, searing my soul.

In wakefulness I can numb them,

keeping them at bay.

Telling myself they are imagined.

I have those that need me,

responsibilites that becon.

It cannot be me they seek!

That spineless victim is not me.

That one who dare not fight

Who aquiesced at every turn.

Yes, the sunlight agrees,

She is not you, she is another.

But as the sunlight fades,

I hear the demon's growl.

Deep, low, and familiar at first.

But as the sun sinks,

his growl becomes a roar.

Reverberating though to my core.

I cannont resist. I must answer its call.

I must battle, fight a fight I know I can never win

I fight on through the night,

until the howl becomes a whimper.

As the dawn begins to rise, so do I.

As the first rays of morning touch me,

I am left to wonder.

Was mine the whimper, or the howl?