The In-Between

On a warm quiet summer night, there's not a soul in sight.

I sit here forced to listen to the demons, can someone explain these feelings? Am I cursed to walk the in-between?

All the while I dream of light, but the darkness holds me tight.

I scream out when will this end, but the only sound that's heard is the lack of wind. 

As I wish this was just a dream I realize I exist only in the in-between.