It’s in the back of your head
as you pull the blanket up over a long day,
stress pounding in your ears
like a heavy bass.
Your heartbeat lulling you to sleep,
your thoughts singing along,
trailing off during the last repetition of the chorus
Like the lullaby
your mother used to sing to you when you were small,
before bed time stories,
before you were expected to carry the torch
against your own nightmares.