My young love asleep beside me,
she does not feel my tear
fall into her dark hair,
innocently anointed by my silent aching.
We bury our despair
but in the silent hours
when the darkness has swallowed all distractions,
the demons daylight chases into the shadows
to taunt and torment.
Any lie we have told ourselves
becomes inverted and mocks us.
Every careless word and action,
impossible to undo,
returns to us, and with them,
And the fears we have not yet vanquished
tear into us like jackals.
Nowhere to hide.
Only faint remnants of dying religions
murdered by logic.
Our only salvation
is in the attempt to love.