In the Red Nightfall

Sleepless passengers lay wrapped by security.

Amalgam of gold and blue bleed through outside’s veil.

There’s a relieved sigh in each escalating hue of the sky.

The unease of yesterday hangs over into the mind of today.

Meals separating anxiety ease the tremble of today’s breath.

Vocations numb thoughts preferred to be cast out.

Freedom from the day’s labor encompasses the body.

The forgetfulness of a mind numbed by unfulfilling tasks.

As relaxation enters, so does the anxious memory of what may come.

The remembrance brings dark anticipation with the setting sun.

What birds might fly above in the red nightfall?

A chorus of nocturnal crickets and cicadas sing out.

Again, this terror beats the back of the skull.

Will morning come again, and if it does when?

If it does what will remain?