Dogs howl,
and the night is nearly done,
for miles and miles the dark blue sky spreads its wings over us,
and dreams set in,
of subconscious battles half won.

I dwell on memories.
They burn me inside out,
I’m hollow,
forgotten and dreary,
but I must go to sleep,
before today sprouts.

I wish I could play ‘silence’ on my headphones,
for the voices in my head,
are loud.
They make noise and walk around the bed,
they don’t drown,
eager, aware and profound,
I fall in a stupor,
and dogs still howl,
nightmares still abound.


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