The Dark...

Again there is a clamour, an enormous din The night grows thick the clouds grow thin The silence enters me making me shake The noise is frighten​ ing​ like an earthquake The night is being loud again. In the depths of the dark There is a faint noise within From somethin​ g​ lurking, unseen. If I focus my mind, Time'​ s​ path can be heard Ticki​ ng​ along. From a room down the hall; Rustl​ es​ and creaks Mixed with subtle murmurs Tied along with dreams. Music streams from a flash of a car, Out there with bright lights, Angry engines that rumble past. Loude​ st, ​ though, in my mind. Thoug​ hts​ upon thoughts. Screa​ ming​ and fighting. Clamb​ ering​ and pushing. More and more. And only once the silence enters Does the noise in my head begin. The dark is being loud again.