its dark

lights cold of use

a moon covered

in clouds

the stars barely show

for even the

crickets are silent

the dream sticks

of horrors abound

lying there

wanting more thought

bringing emotions

changing moods

from frightened

to enjoyment 

living with goodness 

though somehow 

images bold

block transition 

causing them to remain 

when really you are

only surrounded 

by darkness

-Jennie Nawrocki