Of the Long Night

Lost into the long night

Falling unto the demons

Who tear away at fragile sight

While dancing upon the weaken floor

Over which despair holds loose - sanity’s door

Until it all collapses into a heap.

 

Waiting the 4 A.M. chimes

To ring awake in dissonant rhymes

And find the remnants of cheap

Wine and bad cigars whetted in sin

And pained with vague memories;

To be stored along with lucid regrets to a bin

Pushed back into the darkest corners

Until penance has redeemed the revelry

Of the long night - Lost.

 

Lost the night

Found a dead mouse -

 

Lost in the lone house

Found a live frog-

 

Lost in the fog

Found the light-

 

Lost the sight

Found the rain-

 

Lost the pain.