Midnight Vortex

Spiraling in colors and random

Letters, words fill my sleepless 

Endless nights.

I think of patterns,

Polka dot spots of happiness in our

Darkened life of despair.

Random images of past places I've been,

Of lives I have lived...

Wondering how much longer I can stay.

My soul speaks to my demons in these wee hours,

Plotting, planning for the future I'm too 

Scared to begin.

Pictures of dreams encapsulated by sparks of

Random desire to run 

Freedom beckons, words fill my mouth and eyes

I struggle to pen them, only to find

They remain hidden in the night.