On a dark and windy night,
There were no starts to shine bright,
There was no moon to shine its moonlight,
And yet somehow... while lying awake in bed this very night,
I knew... it was still hours away before I saw any sunlight.
Laying in bed,
The wind was better than the silence of the dead,
I wish I could still think of my cat needing to be fed,
I just want to hold onto something that might keep me from losing my head,
If I try to move my legs,
Oh so conveniently they turn to lead,
I rather think that's enough said.
As I look back on my childhood,
I know it was not that good,
And there was not always a lot of food,
Worst of all, my parents never seemed to be in a good mood.
In time I'd hoped it would get better,
Their shouts would get louder,
And they always seemed to just get madder.
Back to the darkness of the night,
This moonless night,
Cold to the bone,
Once again I am left alone.
