Nights spent peering into
The stillness
Of dimly lit streets
The winter’s sorrow wrapped
Around my neck
Like cold fingertips
My breath forming small
Disappearing circles
On the bedroom window.
I sit huddled deep into
My shivering skin
Listening
Only half listening
To misinformed insomnia
Fear’s relentless torchlight
Clicking on and off
Beneath my tired eyelids.
Suddenly I gasp
And wish foolishly
That morning never comes
So that I may be free
To let go of the apprehension
And sleep.
