There
is.... a knarnley creature
resting, waiting, seeking
the pounce.
A lifetime of gold awaits thy
asleeps but under her blanket
restful slumber
Hark!
Oh the bells
the bells as they are ringing
in the steeple in the courtyard
She awakens
The knarley creature
aint feelin dat 10 a.m
fridgeworthy
solid
solidness
blender
of feelings
being mashed
mixer of emotions
like a mixed drink
at uptown
maybe a gin and tonic
idk...

Darkness falls
Midnight calls
Silent sky
Dim stars
Shy moon
The world asleeps
The air is damp
Humid air,
There is no cool breeze
I feel so numb
I feel so dumb....
It's times like these I hide myself..
Interrogate myself  
question my existence.
and ask myself so many WHY? WHY?