The Dark Knight
A poem...
Greetings on a Tuesday evening, at-least where I am.
I found a poem I wrote back in 2022, I thought I’d share it here as the year begins to wrap up and we take stock of what is.
I’m afraid of the dark.
It’s the silence for me.
When the world outside reveals the realities from within.
When the false joy salvaged from others lived experiences vanishes.
Safe to say, the night is the dark knight.
It is the dragon within,
feeding from the silence and having never been more alive.
I fight with the inner man.
Trying to make amends for the wills not wheeled in to action.
That only the angel of sleep may sweep me out of my reality.
Where the heart and mind don’t torment me for the dreams I’m afraid to pursue,
And the promises I made to the self but fail to keep.
But Speaking of dreams.
Could it get any better than this.
You’d hope Disney land takes a chill pill,
But no,
It’s just an extension of my reality.
Where the imagination is more alive.
My nightmare is free will
And in the dark,
In solitude
I’m haunted
As always: