When The Night Catches Me

[Guest guest]

When the night catches me,

In the cold bleakness of another dark reality,

When old friends come to visit, awaken me with

The pounding of my heart, I imagine

The sullen loneliness of a hermit not yet willing

To pack her begging bowl and return to the dust

And noise of the maddening crowd, the cityscape

With its fumes and horns, laughing at myself,

I am assaulted by my own quiet rage, I walk on by,

I see in hollow faces etched the same sullen loneliness,

Though I remember how gulls

Fly in the midst of all the oncoming treachery,

I have bitten into the apple of despair, so

Brightly covered in the mystery of red, of the bottomless

Fear that rises like waves in my blood, restless and yearning

I step out of myself, crashing on yet another shore, dragging

My broken wing and choking at my last bite.

 

It is daybreak now.

 

 

YIL,

Ana