Poetry

Breeze

The night is calm and quiet,

No wind rippling through the trees,

No airplanes whirring overhead,

No chilly winter's breeze,

The stars are nowhere to be seen

The night is painted black

The lights are on, but no one's home

And there's no going back

The lights go out as you approach

You're stranded in the night,

Now you'd give all that you have,

If you could have some sight,

The floor falls from beneath you

As you wake up from your dream,

Your mind has been run through the mill,

It's bursting at the seams.