Bleak

I wrote this poem during a night when I could not fall asleep.

Another sleepless night ahead of me

Enjoyment rushing in

And tonight I will play the waiting game

And someone never wins

Catching on to no sleep once more

Pacing upon the open floor

To where there is no room for not even more

As we knock violently on death’s door

Tonight we can do the dance

Of a million a thousand embers

As we reach for the stars

For a thousand Decembers

The month rolls around upon open graves

And this time around I realize the haze

A haze that develops without a moment’s notice

As someone flies by and doesn’t even show us

Tonight we can sleep

In borrows keep

And the leak that shrieks

Is something so very bleak