Tectonics after Night Terrors
A sonnet of despair and shadows
I kept a dreaming feeling in my heart,
While all the facts encouraged me to grieve.
How could they ever dream I would depart,
What madness made them think that I could leave?
And yet the grindstone sparks are wont to fly,
(Despite my will to change and unimpede,)
So that a careless saying by and by,
Devolves the day with flabbergasting speed.
A fearsome gap of shadows twixt us falls
While they an avalanche of pain entrap.
Apologies and honesty and all,
Doth merely add more blackness to the gap.
That thus I wish my woeful soul to part
and disappear into the darkling gap.
CD - 3u Deireadh Fomhair 2025
About the Creator
Conor Darrall
Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com



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