Night Poem by Chantelle T C Huggins

It rehabilitates,
It quites the ache,
It covers my insecurity,
It shows conformity.
Concealed locked away,
But somehow eating away,
Creating a wound hard to heal,
Flesh and blood you steal.
A smile, a chuckle, a laughter,
A happily ever after,
Too much of a dream it may seem.
Surrounded by a chill,
No warmth in sight,
Loneliness not a fright,
This won't kill.
Hanging from a rope slowly tightening,
But still not believing,
Feet slowly slipping off the ground,
No air in sight, none to be found.
The inevitable, the incredible.