My night, fractured into a million pieces

Skitters away from me, a pile of mirrors

Glittering in the dawn. There’s that dark

Of the uncertainty, the fears that strike

Without time or reason, keeping me awake

Most of the rhyme. Then there’s the laughter

Of my daughters, iridescent and bright

Of friends whose words delight

Cutting through my being’s darkness

Lonely slivers of light. I’ll not cross this gulf

Tonight, no tonight, father, I will not dwell. 

I will wait till tomorrow to kill myself.