Missing the Darkness :A haiku

The night comes

I miss the darkness…

Of when I could numb my soul

Against the blinding reality of responsibility.

The darkness beckons…

And I feel the siren call of yearning to be numb

To become as one wrapped and cocooned

In a blanket of contentment.

The darkness touches me…

It taps me on the shoulder to ask “don’t you remember?”

And I answer “all too well”

And hang my head and cry….

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