Enough Promise

In the sweaty silence of the night, the anticipation for morning looms. As the mental fragments of the day dance freely in my mind. The information cycle in which I’m addicted pulls me deeper and deeper into the abyss. Wishing to escape this air conditioned hell. The darkness that surrounds me reflects my mood. A dark brooding menace determined to steal my soul.
 
As my wife sleeps deeply beside me, seemingly untroubled by the day. I remember the countless nights I’ve envied her sleep. To turn off my mind like that would be an unknown pleasure. For even in my youth troubling spirits often invaded my dreams. So as in the days of my youth I wear a mask of false bravado and stability. In order to hide the fear. Only to have that fear awaken in the middle of the night for the pure pleasure of tormenting me.
 
So as I lay here, a slave to the phone’s glow. It’s bright light can only comfort me as far as the light can reach. Still I type out my confessions that everything’s not alright. But beyond the curtains lay the promise of a new morning. Where light dances with the shadows in a parade of balance and understanding. It’s a sweet addiction that often satisfies, leaving me with enough promise to carry on another night.