Try not to tell,
Try not to speak,
Try not to be.

Is it a chance
That I abhor,
Or just the shadow
Of an endless night?

Try not to sleep,
Try not to scream,
Try not to dream.

Is it a scare
That I conceive,
Or just a narrow
Field of sight?

There is no sign
Written on the mental wall,
But just the might
Of expectation . . .