My Dark Night

Some nights are filled

With light, bright,

Hungry dreams

Of you
Not this night
This night is

A night for

Almost forgotten

Ghosts

And never forgotten

Demons
And ugly thoughts

That turn solid

That climb the walls

Of my mind

And my room

Scratching

And rending

The cosmic fabric

That is us

Pulling away

The chords

That connect us
And your hand

On my throat

Or fisting my hair

Or grasping my leash

Is ephemeral

Just another ghost
And even when

The joyous sound

Of blackbirds

Greeting the dawn

Slip through my

Open window
I am still stumbling

Through the hell

Of my dark night

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