Poem From the Pitch-Blackness of Night

Writing in a notebook

in darkness
is harder than you could have
ever imagined.
but I’m desperate.

When the feeling’s right
you’ve got to get it out of you
before it eats you
from the inside

The mood moon waxes
and wanes
more rapidly than
usual
and I begin to see my scrawl.
I wish the light
would go away.

Sometimes it takes darkness
for the truth to come out
like a roach you knew
was hiding there
but didn’t want to
acknowledge.






(even in the dark my pen found the lines)