Sometimes a certain day 
is blinded by,
a solitude that takes
me into a painful stride
with things I might like
to hide.

A regret that sidles up close
and hugs me while I sleep,
tries to keep these dreams
at bay, 
or wake up ok again.
In the darkness, screaming.

Jolted aside with a 
lightning-ray
death that started with a
tiny little crack of pain.
I let the weight stay.