With all my heart, I hate these nights
When each step feels like stone.
My body a prison of clay and lights
And I feel so very alone.
One voice drives me to pace and rage
Another counsels sleep
A third invites me to fill a page
And one more just wishes to weep
Each voice in my mind
Speaks right over the top of me
And I cannot find
My words in the cacophony
My eyes are blind, my ears are deaf,
My hands grow numb and cold
I feel raw, and new, and fresh
I feel dry and old
The chains wrapped tight about my wists
No chill wind through my hair.
I look down at my tremb'ling fists
No shackle nor manacle there
Thusly passes my troubled night
Till the Sun shows in the East
Until She rescues me from this fight,
I struggle against my inner Beast.
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