Jonathan L. Best Poetry

Questions in the Night

I lie awake. Restless, unsettled, disturbed. My mind races at night’s darkest hour. Tonight marks the unwanted return of the unanswerable. I try to sleep. Apprehensive, tense, burdened. It comes without warning. Questions of the deepest sort announce an uneasy transition between sleep and wakefulness. Asking what shouldn’t be asked.Thinking what shouldn’t be thought.Imagining what … Continue reading Questions in the Night