The Night Sweats

he speaks the truth,

the man of many voices.

In the sleepy hour of cold dark night

He drifts in and out my peripheral.

In the silence of the bay waters

I know he’s about

Somewhere in the deep dark shadows

Of the garden walls

A twig snaps

Leaves rustle

Is it? Or is it cat paws?

I hear the silence

Then it is broken

By tormented screams

Outside my window

The primitive howl that breeds inside us all

From door to door, pane to pane

Screeches and shrieks

Shatters the warm summer night

Till at last he stands over me

He breaks into a grin and

speaks only the truth,

for he cannot lie.

He speaks the truth not as release

but as entrapment.

Speaks the truth when

all I am wanting is comfort.

He speaks the truth when

All I am wanting is forgetfulness.

He finds me in deepest hiding.

He brings with him no comfort,

no peace, no wisdom,

just the cold,

just the lifeless,

only the terror and fears and exposure.

He speaks the truth and it rattles inside my chest.

Beads of sweat form above my brow

My heartbeat so loud

It joins the drum beats

Out side my window

My mother’s scorn radiates upon me.

And the man who tells the truth

stands close by

hands outstretched

and warms himself in my pain.

He stands close by,

syringe in hand, dripping,

ready to dispense another dose.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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