loss waits in the wings
like a thief hiding in a corner
waiting for the unaware
to stumble past
in blind confidence
that the night holds no threat
and so it bides its time
leaping out
into the blinding light of sunrise
catching you unaware
and taking everything of worth
until you rage, rage, rage
at your own stupidity
for ever leaving yourself exposed
write it out and away
until the coming of the day
when words will not be enough