LAST~NIGHT

Sleep does not come easy,

Silently breathing,

A cracked heart.

Only wishing for the moonlight to trickle down on my eyes,

Like delicate tears…

Does the Moon hear my heart cry?

Rage has fallen slightly on me!

It oppresses my mind,

And sleep will not start,

But oh so tired here I'm lying,

Tired of living,

Tired of dying.

In the distance I hear the phone ring

Then there is the shuffle of feet,

And I raise my head,

Hoping that he heard my plea

Because I can’t be without him

And I don’t want to learn how.

So once more to my God I secretly pray,

Praying for him to make a way,

To open his arms, and reveal a path,

That will soften my heart,

Send him to my bed

And end my wrath.

© tgk