It's two a.m.
As the clock ticks
My pulse is racing
Am I sick?
The darkness swirls
The shadows loom
My head is spinning
Ignoring the gloom.
All I can think about
Is the dream
Where everything is perfect
At least it seems.
Then the ground crumbles
Beneath my shoes
My feet run
Through darkening hues.
Then finally the fissure
Opens up to me
And I fall into darkness
Until my eyes cannot see.
And I jolt up in bed
Wrapped in my sheets
Laying awake until
I the morning greets.
