Solitary Night Poem by Andy Brookes

Sharp swords of loneliness
cut deep the inner fractions of my soul,
such are the eccentricities of a febrile mind.

pulling back the curtains of the pit of obsidian night,
opening the scarlet eyes of fractious leering dawn
to send headlong down linear steps
the daily longed for banishment of the painful nocturne song.

to show the world a careless sun-beamed steadfast face
where beneath only I can see the goblins
tearing hard with crepuscular claws and razor teeth.