Late Night

Something I wrote a while ago, underneath covers.

Late at night 

When the doors are closed 

The lights off or dimmed 

Soft snores heard 

Snuggled up in my comfy comforter 

My mask falls off 

And my inner feelings; dreams; desires run rampage in the emptiness of my room 

Suffocated in the ever dominant Lone 

She delicately claws her way out of my heart 

The sirens are activated 

Soldiers of tears run out one by one 

Trying in vain to defeat Lone 

Calls for backup when she strikes true to the Heart. 

It is too late. 

Mother Sleep shushes them all, lulling them to sleep. The ever patient Mother Sleep whom does her duty every night when the hills are soaked in gunpowder and the treasury exploited. 

She sighs as she once again, wishes a Hero to come and tame the fearsome Lone whose dark shadow had befallen the land. 

My fields. 

15th November 2015 11:44pm