at the darkest night
i see my thoughts
in my room and even in my head.
it makes my body ache and i want to sleep in my bed,
to help me escape.

my thoughts are never endless,
always there.
like a scar, deep in my skin.

at the darkest night
i see the light.
the light is always there, maybe its my end.
i tell myself.

at the darkest night,
i see myself.
in the mirror, in my head.

at the darkest night,
i write.
mostly books,
mostly poems,
with a keyboard or a pen