i write best at night
the moon pretends as my guide
of these crooked lines i pen
the darkness inside me seeps out
from my paper skin
onto a sliver of a dead tree,
or onto the hallowed artificial sun
of a computer screen.
i write best at night,
beams of reflected stars pick out the letters
for these shaky bars and stanzas--
this salad of incomprehensible nothingness.
i write best at night,
because it keeps me from sleeping,
not-sleeping keeps me from dreaming
about you.
YOU ARE READING
a s h e s
Poetry❝People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.❞ --Pauline Phillips ~the third installment of the BURN series.~
