A cold air lingers upon my window sill,
The raspy cringe of a stress filled mind,
Dreams of friends and family left behind,
Sorrow fills my soul,
My thoughts are that of batter,
Mixed and beaten,
My eyes sting,
My voice is thin and raspy,
A cool sweat sits at my brow to only fall right after,
My breathes are short,
My my sighs are long,
From here to there I pace the floor,
Dim lights fill the edge of my window,
A sleepy city begins to wake,
As I begin to rest..