2023 NaPM 1 April

[TranquillityBase]

When the sky bleeds dark
like ink seeping through paper fibers,
and the shadows grow so monstrous large 
they cannot remember their former shape,
when silence prickles against the skin 
whispering horrible nothings into the mind’s ear,
then at last 

Sleep comes purring. 

With quiet assurance it curls 
into a ball of fuzzy warm.
Nestled against the heart, 
Sleep sleeps contentedly 
making the dark 
and the shadows 
and the silence 
bearable 

for a while.

I like your tinker the best.  Marvellous first stanza.