Night slipped in under the door
pouring across the floor
rising to the ceiling.

With the dark came the fear
also rising beneath my feet
into my heart and gut.

It struck me there, curled in bed
under the sheets
wrapped in blankets
pillows over my ears.

Praying I would not
hear the in bound fist as it made a
flash of light
inside my head.

Bonded to sorrow
filled with pain.
What did I do?
Where can I go?

Sailing off to the edge of time

Stephen Brown
Written January 7, 2017
August 2018