A sweet moment of torment

 ...sometimes, I'm terrified of Life.

I shut the blinds

hide in a pile of blankets,

think if there were no light

the world would stop

and I will find peace.

In the smothering of darkness

I feel safe and resting

but I know that the spin's still going

and I'm just delaying the judgment.

Eventually, I realize that I am awake

When the night is deep

and heavy around

There is no light

or other people.

Just a quiet crow's sliding through the thick
blackness of the night

Right there, when the world stands still

I had my small, sweet moment of torment

I faced myself.