The blackness of death,
darkness of night,
nothing of life.
You and your thoughts,
me and my thoughts,
them and their thoughts.
I can’t ignore them now,
a deeper grave,
the harder I resist.
Silence of the night,
a constant tick,
we choose to dismiss.
Loud and clear,
enticing the grip,
of my heart and soul.
Occupied with noise,
what and when,
rather than why and how.
Sleepless nights,
waves of insecurity,
among a sea of doubt.
No answers yet,
we will come,
and we will go.