For a while, after.... after last April, I started thinking too much at night. My nightly routine was to stay up all night in a fermenting mood until sunrise. Of course, this led me to piece together little thoughts and poems.
This is not the original version but it's what I remember from a night last May... on my birthday, in fact, after I had puked my brains out from bad seafood in the middle of the day. The lunch was a special birthday gift to myself... BANG BANG!!! That was the sound of me shooting myself in the proverbial foot... er... gut.
Nothing like a good purge to leave someone on their back in the dark and thinking about their life. This poem came to me. I figured it was a gift from the universe, along with the food poisoning.
O' starry night,
the coldness,
the darkness,
the loneliness.
The wheel of life,
turning,
burning,
I am yearning for all to yield.
Fading breezes,
drifting silent,
Hidden terror,
waiting, watching, there.
My joy is rent and torn,
my hope is smothered and still,
my heart is dark and smooth.
I am Lostwind of the Mountain.
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