Darkness Through The Glass

Is there something unwanted
or even decried
that lives in the bottom
of all you’ve despised
to weep when you’re happy
the prefect of tears
confusing the moment
defying the years
its magic conscripting
new days into night
 trapping what’s in you
embracing the fright
one saving question
 the clock striking twelve
destiny tolling
—your answer indwells  

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)