When he woke up it was dark

When he woke up it was dark.

The man didn’t really like the dark, he was rather afraid of it, but he decided to go for a walk because he could not sleep. ‘There is nothing to be afraid of’ he told himself. And so he went outside and down the street and then he decided to cross the road, and he was nearly at the other side when a car came along, and the car didn’t see the man.

Then the man was lying on the road in the night and he was feeling pain, but another feeling, a sort of tingling-all-over sensation as well. He looked at his legs and noticed that one of his bones was poking out, and there was something warm and sticky all over him and he realized that it must be blood. The man tried to move, but found he couldn’t. So he lay there in the dark and the blood and after a while he began to feel rather afraid, and he started to cry because he didn’t really like the dark. And also he was hurting.

But then the man looked at the sky, and it was nearly morning, and he remembered what he had told himself before he left, ‘There is nothing to be afraid of.’ He looked at the sky and the sky grew lighter and lighter and his blood became redder and redder, and he knew there was nothing to be afraid of because morning was coming. Morning. So he smiled, as his life leaked away, he smiled, and then everything went dark because he closed his eyes. Closed his eyes and went to sleep.

When he woke up it was dark.

The Man in The Desert

The man in the desert lay on the dunes
It was hot
A hot day
So hot it made him shiver
Oh, for a breeze…

Then he dreamed.
For a while the man thought he was on cruise ship
That seemed like a nice place to be
Tuxedo Suit
A different lady for every dance
He smiled as he sipped his champagne,
Clark Gable of the Seven Seas,
Breathed in the salt on the air
Tasted the ocean

If only the light were water
He thought to himself as he awoke,
As the white plains shimmered in the heat
Then I would never have thirst again

When the sun spoke
The man listened
Sing me a poem
Said the sun
And so the man sang

He sang of valleys
And battles
And ancestors
And ghosts
And the rain

And when he was done
The sun cried

‘Did I make you sad?’
asked the man
but he got no reply

So the man shut his eyes
Shut his eyes
And listened to the thunder