Silence is comforting,
No judgements linger
In the lack of sound.
Mirrors show no reflection
Of numerous imperfections
When daylight fades to black.


The eyes that burned,
The words that stung,
Hold nothing over me.
The joke is on you.


Demons lie mute,
Deamed peaceful
By quiet breathing.
Emotions hold no fear
Of decisions that grow near
In the vigil of the night.


The laughs that ached,
The love that broke,
Hold nothing over me.
The joke is on you.


Success halts its race
As the twelfth hour draws near,
Closing the eyes of anxiety.
Guardians fall in sleep,
Responsibilties fail to heap
Upon the shoulders of unwilling.


The tears that scalded,
The thoughts that cut,
Hold nothing over me.
The joke is on you.