And these Nights
And on these nights
I find I could truly destroy
Myself
And not wonder how
I’ve denied that call
For so long
From the marrow
Of my white bones
Gasping for air
Instead of the smothered
Love of my flesh and blood
On these nights
I find my mind slips
From my fingers
And onto the floor like ink
Spilling from the nub
Of a broken pen
And on these nights
I lay awake and
Ponder to myself
How I’ve denied
This call for so long
The desire
The need
The intense call for
A reason to
To take that jump
To go off the deep end
And on these nights
I truly wonder why
I don’t destroy myself