I try to wipe
the darkness
from beneath
my eyes.

The sorrow
they mourn
my Eyes
for the melted hours

Churning away
as I flip
to imprint the page
beneath my pen

But my Mind
cowers
clambers
for the dark
peace.

Yet I try to
push this away
Sleep
to a corner

Sleep will
not keep
away
thoughts

Of the
inadequate
me 
my Mind

My Mind
is not
This page
These words

Though I
desperately try
to imprint
it

Mix thought 
with bleeding ink
to keep them
hidden away

The Dark Spots

They who gray
as the night
darkens
coiling around mind

Trying in desperation
to protect it's depths
from grave
injustice.