Something

Something Dropped the darkness in the light Dropped the shadows in the night Worked to burden me with chaos and confusion. Something Out of nightmares reaches for me Not quite sleeping, never waking But somehow knowing sunlight will never make it flee. Something Terrifying, mesmerizing, Approaches day by day No word nor sword shall turn its path from me. Something In the bowels of my creation Seeks to undermine my sanity And plunges and twists me down the road of life. Something Lurks in shadows Waiting for my moment of weakness Just to hunt me, kill me, ransack me Of virtues I hold dear. Something Holds a promise, though, Of changes deeply radical Always holding hope of doing something vaguely better. Something Always goes right on occasion, Messes up good things, makes frustration, Causes friend and foe to leer. Something Won’t and can’t be stopped Ever approaching, ever fading, It has a name Most people call it Next Year. Mark Burton Saturday, May 13, 2000, 1:47 A.M.