Flightless nights of dreamless slumber
fill the ever quenching void within my soul
I have made many decisions in my past
some of which I am not proud of.
Some of which I regret
With worry, and with pain.
Decisions that could have changed my life.
On cold nights, with wanting eyes.
and trembling hands.
On nights where ravens crow
and the wolf howls at the ever rising moon.
Where the air is cold and dry.
and my mouth hot and wet.
Drenched with liquid fire.
On nights like tonight.
With the moon hiding behind the persuasive clouds.
And the questioning of souls
Rings loudly in the back of my mind.
Flightless nights are these
Filled with dreamless slumber.
Katherine H. Belle
Monday, October 4, 2010