#WritcoPoemChallenge
The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,
to anyone, even myself.

I think of all that I shouldn't,
in the deep dark abyss
that I call my mind,
where things swirl and
dreams seem deemed to
fall down the rabbit hole.

Were the unknown surprises me
as it comes off my tounge
and out my mouth.
Who is that?
Did I just say that?
That wasn't me!

It is as if I don't know ME!
ME!
I mean we share the same mind
but between dusk and dawn,
Night and morn,
a whole different ME
is alive.

And when I wake up
from my travels
the darkness seeps
back into that place that
no one else knows
not even myself.

-m.