This Night Poem by Kevin Lynch

This cold winter's night...
Is adding to my blight.
No happiness I can borrow
To end my eternal sorrow
But yet I fight
With all my might
It's only right
To see the light
But there's no end in sight
On this cold winter's night...

As I sleep through these days...
The cold acts in mysterious ways
Chilling and cooling
Calming and fooling
I fall into a blinding haze
A never ending maze
With pain and no praise
Putting me into a craze
Yet still I lie here and I laze
As I sleep through these days...

Yet, being awake is so much worse...
Within this twenty four hour curse
Attacking and assaulting
Forgets not my faulting
Stopping me from receiving a nurse
But graciously delivers me a hearse
For within this sorrow I submerse
As its strength and methods are too diverse
So I sleep, hoping for the pain to inverse
Because being awake is so much worse...

But on this night I cannot sleep...
So instead I lie here and weakly weep
Quiet and quilling
Cold and chilling
And so my tears tranquilly seep
And a danger inside me begins to creep
As I plan the one desire I keep
Which formed out of desperation so steep
And though my tiredness is ocean-deep
On this night I cannot sleep...

The moon shines brightly on my window sill...
As I lie wrapped in blankets to avoid the chill
Freezing if exposed
Warming if opposed
Taking away what little I have of any will
Not to lie here resting, and staying still
As this hell-frozen night strikes hard to kill
Like the deathly poisonous toxic pill
Which makes its victim horribly and mortly ill...
-These thoughts whirl as the moon shines brightly on my window sill...

As the night grows on it seems that it'll never end...
Not just the coldness, but the pain that's devil-send
Winding and warping
Twisting and torquing
My body, my soul, my mind, beginning to bend
And to thoughts of evil I begin to tend
Wondering if from it happiness I could lend
Though I know that its marks will never mend
Tempted, but my body tonight I won't offend
But as the night grows on it seems that it'll never end...

Tired but wide awake I begin to shiver...
The cold from the window begins to sliver
Freezing though flowing
Sliding though slowing
Pierced and penetrated, I quiver
Organs begin to chill, starting with my liver
The coldness flowing in, like a river
But even so, I shall remain a giver
And my life, to the underworld I shall deliver...
Tired but wide awake I continue to shiver...

This cold, old, bold, wicked winter's night...
...
The last that I'll ever see... As I cease to fight
No happiness I will borrow
As I will end my sorrow
I give into temptation, I let in the blight
I don't resist with any of my might
To die and be free, it is my right
There's no other solution in my sight
To finally die, walk towards the light
On this cold, crooked, chilling, wicked winter's night...