Sleepless Nights

Oh night, how I loathe thee,
How you turn the silence into your weaponry,
How you playfully taunt me.

The silence, It looms,
it unsettles my heart,
Pierces my soul,
Like Art.

Blinded, I am,
in this dark little room,
as emotions fly by,
that spell doom.

Those nights I had,
Your voice enticed,
Seduced my every whim,
You were my vice.
My bad habit that wouldn't go away,
The call that I'd wait for,
Every;
Single;
Day.

Why do i commune in such verses,
With poetry like curses,
That leaves me so emotionally raw,
Vulnerable to the the world,
As I thaw.

Oh Sleepless nights,
Just leave me,
For left alone,
Is all I want to be.



Ian