No, I'm not dark and depressed.

Loneliness swathes like a midnight curtain
Gulping up the remnants of the day’s mirth
as it tightens its grip on the obscurity wrought by nightfall.
Shadows billowing on the closet doors remind us
Of the worry ghosts who haunt the night,
shrouded only by sunlight and a fresh start.
Rather than floating unnoticed through the crimson-tipped night,
illuminated only by the passing numerals on anxious alarm clocks,
the apparitions become bold and assuming, bearing their haunting facades
in our cavernous swarm of thoughts, dreams, and musings.
As the world rests its eyes,
Our wistful breath and damp hearts wait desperately for morning


E.