Cloaked in darkness,

Swirling in the night.

Doubts creep out,

unafraid of the light.
Like vampires they lurk,

gliding on air.

Tyrants of thought, 

opressors of care.
Burdened by unknowing

desperate for relief,

oblivious to goodness,

overwhelmed by their grief.
Tamping it down

only works for awhile.

Inevitably it bursts forth,

tired of it’s exile.
Loss and longing

are strangers to none,

each must deal 

once the damage is done.