bwiley16

The night sits up with me
waiting to hear, already knowing
her outcome,
omniscient specter
by my side
guarded by the moon
light for troubled souls.
It is safe to question here
because the night listens
but does not judge or answer
concealing the trace of tears
long since wept,
fear lives here, thriving on the darkness
moving in and out of shadow
watching me from the shaded branches
knowing my thoughts
until sleep comes