a poem for you on the dark night

have you ever awoken to the hiss 

of silence, sensed the tremble of 

hungry ghosts, stared into the blackest 

air as minutes ticked and ticked and 

ticked? have you ever begged 

a guardian angel to cup your face 

with healing hands and stop the throb 

of devilish thoughts? have you ever 

wished to sleep forever, believed 

the goblins who howl in your brain, 

felt battered and bruised 

by the bullies inside?

if so, this poem is yours to hold.

when the demons of loneliness

taunt your mind, let figures of

speech be the gentlest guides,

let rhythm hush the barbs of

beasts. this stanza needs your soul

to remember: your pain is 

not the end of the line, this 

moment is not the final

word. rest your eyes on living 

language. look and see how 

you are seen.