It's just one of those nights
That chooses me...
I don't choose it...
I'd much rather be...
Sleeping
But instead...
I sit here...
And type away..
Through the tears..
What I mean to say...
Is...
I'm haunted...
By memories of the past...
They creep to the forefront
They skuttle my soul
They overtake all...
That I might know...
Who they were...
Those memories...
Boy from window fell...
Woman burned in hell...
Young wife impaled upon...
Headless fellow...now belongs...
That I have seen or been...
A part of these themes...
Makes me sad...
Relinquishes my soul..
And yet...
I know...
I had to...
God! Someone had to...
Why not I? ? ?
Tomorrow...
The tears shall...
Dry from my eyes...
Life will resume...
And all will be well...again.
But...tonight...
Tonight...I cry
Dee Daffodil
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-just-one-of-those-nights/
