And I Wonder

Night and sleep.
The first came;
The other would.
In the darkness,
Thunder crashes
As my mind yearns
In a slowing discomfort
Of hopeful romance.
Unseen things creep
And scurry
In a hot
Expectancy,
A covetous dream
Fancy born,
Sapping my will
In this humid heat
Holding time's duration.
And I wonder,
Is this love?

Night and sleep.
The first came;
The other didn't.
In the darkness,
Time stops
As my mind races
In a tightening trap
Of circular Indifference.
Little demons laugh
And rage
In a sickening
Despair,
An onslaught
Oppression born,
Binding crossed arms
Into my chest
With a feeble numbness.
And I wonder,
Is this death?