Dawn & Dusk

Dark, stormy waters
In the glass of my soul
Inner turmoil concealed
Within this fragile bowl

As the darkness thrashes
Like a tortured snake
Tremors roar inside me
The bowl starts to shake

I lift open the hatch
And let the darkness out
My insides feel relief
As the troubled waters spout

They hurl themselves
On this thin, white paper
The dampness forming words
For me to read later