SLEEPLESS

The wind on a cold winter night

Almost feels like the bitter gasps I take

Between each moon set I devour light

For I know the dark's grip is so tight.

And I am so terrified to close my eyes

The same thunder creaps up to me each time

If I pull the covers over my face again

What if I forget to open them?

Tree branches are scraping on my window

But I can't get up to close the shades now

I am already in the middle of a bad dream

Sweet day come before I scream