The Encroaching

When the evening dwells at the edge of day

and dying sunlight begins to recede

the howling night starts to mournfully bay

and my heart once again begins to bleed.

With twilight shadows skulking and lurking

sinuous tendrils and wispy fingers

pull me into a world dark and murky

where forgotten hopes of dead dreams linger.

Darkness has come creeping back into me

inducing grim and oppressive despair

leaving me adrift in the blackest sea

just barely afloat and fighting for air.

Though in the deepest and darkest of night

Dim as it may seem, I’ll still seek the light.