I, among many others, find peace

In the Darkness that blankets my bedroom

From the hours of one to five in the morning,

For the entire World seems to steadily fall still;

Unmoving, unwavering, and entirely silent

Besides the passing vehicles that glide along the road

In no hurry to get anywhere just beyond the trees

To the right of my window that barricades me inside,

Limited to merely a room full of eerie darkness

And a bed that grasps the weariness of my limbs

But not my mind.

And yet somehow-


Among many others,

I find peace in the silent chaos of the Night