May 2012
Screaming Darkness
Throbbing headaches follow me down dark roads, full of arched trees and winding curves. I turn off the music to deafen the sound, it only grows louder. Every cricket, every owl, every night time creature adds an extra throb. The quiet i so long for it gone. Replaced by the screeching of the night. Mouths need not be used for nature provides its own howls that shake men’s souls.
