[inner self]


The murky, choking darkness
envelops all thoughts
save those
of the dismal moment
 
In one second of truth
is revealed a lifetime
of shame... torment...
self-loathing and bitterness
 
The demon within
peers at its shell
and snickers -
The only being in possession
of the punch line
to the cosmic jest
 
Dare we face the beast?
Dare we question its presence?
Test its knowledge?
 
To do so would mean
the end of innocence;
the naive facade concluded
 
Better to simply
tuck it away...
Ignore the continuing pretense
of humanity
 
Wouldn't that be easier?
 
Another sleepless night awaits...
Wondering what new devils
the dawn will bear witness to