on nights like this.

On Nights Like This.
________________
On Nights like
this, Nothing
seems Clear,..

and My Heart
keeps telling
Me A Storm
is Near.

(or Already
Here.)
_

I've Paced
these F?cking
Floors for
Hours.

Torn between
Fear of Hell's
Embrace,

and Hope for
The Caress
of Heavenly
Powers!

(yet neither
so far have
Touched My
Face.)
_

On Nights
like This..

The
Morning
is a Wayward
Memory
of Her Kiss
I Try To
Destroy..

(though it
Always
comes back
To Me)

and I'm
left with
nothing but
A Void.

(where True
Love used
to Be.)
_

Oh, If
Floors
could Speak!

They
would
argue with
The Ceiling.

Agreeing
Only that
I Am A
Freak.

( likely
better off
Unfeeling.)
_

On Nights
like this.

(I should
Probably
Sleep.)

J.Stephen.H.