Sincerely, Jennifer x

You cry into the cold air,
hands, holding onto hopeless silence,
night wrapping her arms around you and begging you to sleep,
but you were reborn with nightmares upon your anxious eyelids,
so your eyes remain open and full of tears.

It’s okay to stay up late,
wondering what will become of you,
what the world made of you,
what did you ever do to deserve this?

You can ask yourself again and again,
but you’ll never answer, and neither will the world around you, or the endless night that echoes and bites at your aching, awestruck body.

The answers don’t matter.

Nature nods in respect as she wanders past,
and you stare the darkness in her pretty eyes,
wondering if you might take her up on her tempting, terrible offer.

Be in peace.