Night Roosters

The sun has set yet again and the roosters of the night have set their game.
The dripping droplets break the dark silence;
The inner chaos then tries violence.

Laughter and mirth arouse lonliness,
The pain of solitude is the soul's penance.

Rise, lay and close hope's eyes,
Supress the stiffled inner voice.
The next dawn is inevitable-
Will there never be a choice?

-Monica