darker days

when the thunder came over my roof

a sense of past evil eyes rose above me

like ghosts in the night that were making

a dash toward me and not with open arms

but with fists that were troubling and bothering

as i struggle to free the mental chains that awoke me

what did I discover but faces that echo the same fears

seeing a horse ride through the night with a tear

that shed long way out of sight and i stared

puzzled and lost as if I had lost my place in a book

which i didn't even write but had composed the

footnotes and subject matter from memory

and like a close shave with a razor and other things

stare within eye level in the mirror

the light went out and i wondered what

was the next part of tommorow??