Sin
There is a place I go
to which looks so
..so different at night.
In the daylight it calls me.
Sweetness on my tongue.
Cool and quiet.
A place of rest.
In my mind, on my way there,
I feel the pull.
The draw.
It always appears delight
in my mind's eye---
As if by night, I have never visited.
Each moment
Each venture seems the same
The draw
The journey
The rationale
The place. The taste.
And then... the memory
Within memory is where the night time terror lives.
Dark and dank.
Rank and rotten.
Screaming shame.
'Even at night my heart instructs me'
This memory lane reveals the true nature of this place.
Every. Single. Time.
An emptiness
which always leaves me wanting.
Angry. Hurting.
Bitter and sour.
Cold and alone.
No rest.
Indeed there is no rest for the
wicked.
Written May 2020
