The Transition - Night

There's a certain time of night when a shift begins to take place
Once the sun goes down and the moon hangs lonely in the sky
My thoughts switch gear; darkness sets over my face
My hands go cold, and my heart turns to ice
There's no turning back now
I try to stay calm, keep it under control
But I know this routine, and there is nothing I can do now
I succumb to the overwhelming power of grief
I let it consume me, the tears pouring down my face
For the pain I cannot control
It's just me now, my own worst enemy
I lay my body down but I know this will do no good
I draw my legs up to my chest, and close my eyes
The tears still manage to escape; the thoughts remain in my head
The harder I try to block them out, the more clear they become
I slowly rock myself back and forth, trying to calm my body
I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the transition to come
Eventually the shaking stops, the tears lesson, and my body becomes still
In total silence and total stillness, I regain my composure
I wipe my face and lay my head against my pillow, exhausted
I fall asleep with an empty mind