Poetry Project #21
On a dark and stormy night
I called my dreams to help me sleep
I laid there and prayed with might
All night, awake, I shall not keep.
The rain is storming down outside
The wind is howling like a hound
I just laid there and I cried
For the loss that keeps me bound.
I wanted more than a sweet reverie
I wanted more of what you gave
In your hand you hold the key
That will put me to my grave.
I see that smile on your lips
I see you laughing to my face
From my eyes these tears do drip
From your mouth you claim disgrace.
You hold me down with my lies, too strong
And beat me with your verbal fists
I don’t know why it all went wrong
There’s too much to make the lists.
I just want to sleep tonight
And dream the things that’ll never be
But the past can’t be made right
And awake I’ll lie until death comes for me.
March 9, 2001 (age 17)