that kind of night

I’m lying awakeStaring at the fan overheadTrying to fathomThe differenceBetween the bladesAnd my mindFor both seem to beSpinningLike a tornadoUnstoppable and unkind I find myselfPonderingAt the oddest thoughtMy eyes if openSee perhaps darkerThan if shut tight There’s thoughtsI’ve put offIn the hopes that theyDisappearAnd dreams born in my mindI have embracedIn the hopes that theyComeContinue reading “that kind of night”