Someone suggested I ought to share my poetry, so here's something that came out of my brain last week when I was trying to articulate how I feel lately. Without further ado.... ------- Again and Again by Ana The noonday demon strikes me again. It beats my brain Black and blue And black again. "What ravages of spirit conjure this temptuous rage? " I would swallow the dark whole If it might snuff out this never ceasing Pain so thick I cannot breathe So thick my desire to breathe vanishes So thick I am powerless to help myself Because of the exhaustion And hopelessness engendered by so long a sojourn in this valley. What light is there? I would turn to Him But He is deaf and I tire quickly Of the bruises of beating against His cross. In the end, the night is always near The woods are dark, not lovely, but deep And no more miles to go before I sleep.