The So Called Peace

When those heavy eyes start to fall
The so called peace begins.

The black hallucinations dance in the mind out of sight,
Only to sometimes be disturbed by sudden realization.
But always the minute comes of undebatable weight,
With the strength of a sailor hoisting a sail, the covers pull shut.

Then appears the mirage.
The deft happiness of an unchecked imagination,
Solving social circles and creating issues unique
To prepare the conscious mind for whatever battle we may receive,
Before the uncomforting reality of morning forces them upon us.

But a continuous thread runs each eve.
One with a torturous smile
And a reoccurring danger that will be forgotten before morning.
The eyes flicker from side to side
As they search for an escape--
But no release exists
Apart from daybreak itself.
With heightened anxieties
And a special nightly reminder
It is imposed:
We don't control the darkness each night
We just live in it.