Tonight is for writing
Tonight is for writing
But I will not write of myself
I will write of the wind, instead
With its frigid breath, that left me
Gasping into my hands
I will write of the formidable sky
Neither blue nor gray,
Neither alive nor dead
I will write of dreams
Elusive like smoke, hope vibrating
In my chest
I will write of love, love
Scars the flesh, the fire became
Too much
I will write of sadness, welling up
Like an ocean, spilling over
Leaving me hollow with wanting
I will write of fear, rolling in my belly
Bile in my throat, acid in my veins
I am frozen, fearing the unknown
I will write of nothing,
Nothing I have written matters.
The sun will set, and rise
Again