Lay, Make, Night Poem by Keith Michael

a dark winter night, leads to my discontent. only so much snow can fall, only so many times can my legs tremble before i lose my composure, holding my tongue was never a part of this. With the brisk wind in the morning, hopefully a new light pours in, making it easier to wake up and start again. a poetry that words can't describe but simple enough that you know i mean you. come easy to me, lay in my arms, and make this night whole.