The nights are colder now
I need more blankets to stay warm
I gather them all around me
And slowly sink into the depths
Of warmth
Of solace
My words cannot escape my throat
They snag and are motionless
I gather them all in my mind
And try to set them to the page
But the white field is full
Of black, black ink
My clouded mind is full
Of thoughts like swirling fog
Untouched words
Unspoken moments
I'd like to say a few words
But I've misplaced them
In the black, black ink
In the swirling fog
YOU ARE READING
Night Stars
PoetryThoughts before falling asleep. Lingering. I want to sleep but my mind lingers.
