The Madness Of The Night Poem by Matthew Holloway

The evening is unforgiving
And noises creep echoes
Into the words repeating
Deep within the unconscious soul
Eyes search out life
In the emptiness of the room
Alone, Alone, Alone
I lay in silent stillness
The pulse of blood rushing
I hear it louder than the heart
Beat, beating against my chest
Thoughts, regrets, visions play out
In flashes to the mind
Incomplete movie scenes
Of which I am the lead
The villain not a hero
The tragedy holds beauty
A prisoner of the night also
And then it falls
Nothing
Quiet
Still
I am alone
Afraid
Amid this
Madness of the night