The title, play on words, they’re not all dark,

These thoughts that awaken me more and more frequently,

In the dark, very early morning, middle of the night,

Mostly mundane, but sometimes minute all the same, all the detail rushing into my brain,

Lists and tasks and forgottens, rushing into my head, stealing my precious slumber,

Nocturnal battle I won’t give in on, my precious sleep, of such import, I won’t let it be lost to dark thoughts,

Awaken renewed mental strength, to take back my mind and the dark for me, and then just clear, drift off again, drift off again.