Night Time

Night Fractures. Splinters crevices that become chasms with each ting of the bell, until longing for the void where there is no sound,no smell, no feeling, only darkness and silence that never comes. Then the buttery soft light of morning growing and filling the blackness of dreams, bringing courage to walk the precipice one more day, hoping to make the journey, hoping for strength to stay the course, finding that glade of peace, knowing the towers of guilt, regret, remorse, sorrow and loss will overshadow all in complete and utter silence, no breath, no ringing of the bell.