"Dark Design"

In twilight, tears catch
Dying light--
Rolling, falling,
Into the night.

A day’s regrets,
And lingering pain,
Will make it hard
To sleep again.

In moonlight, thoughts play
In the mind--
Spinning, rushing,
In dark design.

Jumbled plans,
And silent screams,
Comprise your night’s
Most fevered dreams.

In dawn’s light, breath holds
Newer air--
Deeper, longer,
But still unfair.

A day to live--
Another turn--
Unable to cope,
Unable to learn.