Late Night Woes Poem by Albert Witz

Dear silence, old friend of mine
ambiguity stricken doubt plaguing any inner sanctum
clinging to thoughts unspoken, wrought with insecurity
I bring no false duplicity, eternally bullied down by psychotic fits of misery
Follow me to the depths, the void, the barren vile world of my demise,
where those words which whip and lash reside,
where the memories mangled and mowed by blackness thrive,
where the subtle creeping shadows slowly enclose around my mind.