as the time of the uneasy joking passes

 

the quiet settles in

 

the windows

 

they used to be covered

boarded up

to keep out the night

 

no longer borders guarded by plywood

those  eyes to the night

slash wide my secure world

 

leaving only wounded defenses

 

blackness can't be ignored

when its so in your face

 

five years

with boarded windows

night and day became only words

there was no distinction beyond diction

 

the analog clock has two sets of twelve hours

neither any different from the other

 

No view of the outside world

clocks that kept secrets

the only betrayal, television

the devilbox always broke the protective veil

 

sleeping day and night

whenever the urge took me

seemed to break the spell of fear

 

as long as the tv was off

the illusion, purchased by my isolation

saved my mind from molestation

 

and gave no life

to the monsters gestation

 

but alas

I am not a child

the monsters are all gone

except for the inky black spidery tentacles

that have grown within my own mind

 

their life

itself only an illusion

but an illusion that has the power to fracture the foundation of my very being

slowly chips away at my sanity

 

The roosters crow shakes me from the moment

Its just a house

wood and walls

the devils not beyond the door

and danger is no more