Poem #21 for National Poetry Month. Yes, this was my evening. I'm much better now, thanks.

Moonlight Lock Box

I slammed the door

Went out into the yard

Talked to the moon

Till I could sigh away

The clutching little

Green daemon digging

His nails into my last nerve

The screams from no where

The not complete thoughts

Fighting over every detail of my evening

Then to be tossed aside out of pride?

I couldn’t stuff the tiny murderous man

 shredding the curtains to my inner sanctuary

Into the box any longer

I lunged out for air

If I breathe deeply

He will suffocate

He will be blasted

by the pure moonlight

Bursting through the dark

Puffed up clouds

that threatens to pour down

 and drown my might

One more breath

A quick quiet prayer

Smelting together my resolve

With a placid permission

To return to the warm

Glow within the house

To travel a few steps

Of a thousand I have done

To remain, no longer ransacked, but restored