The darkest hour
is filled with power.
In this moment,
your memories haunt you.
The what ifs, the whys, the would'ves, could'ves, and should'ves.
Sheets are tangled around your legs,
and stars sparkle in the night sky.
Black and infinite,
with an incandescent glow.
Sweat glistens on your brow,
while tears scald your face.
The heart beats at a contorted pace.
A cold breeze caresses your spine.
Potent as poison,
and sweet as sugar.
Why do we feel so much in the dark?
