Dhyan Adler

Trapped In The Darkness Of The Night

Lying still upon the table
the page was calling for my thoughts
like the song of a lonely siren
luring ships upon the rocks

With my pen I soaked the paper
in a seamless flow of words
like the movement in the air
of a million flying birds  

Not far away from where I sat
the ocean clashed against the shore
like slaves condemned to torture
Enduring, evermore

So immersed was I in thought,
so deep in contemplation
that time had slipped away
without my realization

Beside me stood the candle
that protected me from darkness
yet its time was running out
every minute dimmed its brightness

Startled by the melted wax
that had slid onto the sand
I faced the dying candle
shouting: this, I had not planned!

My worst fear was to be trapped
by the darkness of the night
and no longer see the glowing light
that allowed my hand to write

I closed my eyes  

Until darkness fell upon me
    Like a demon on its prey.


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