The Book of Poems
I fear the woeful howling in the night
When the sky is dark, and I am lonely,
I close the shades to shut out the light
For all around me seems ugly, homely.
When the sky is dark, and I am lonely
I am suffocatingly wrapped up in myself,
For all around me seems ugly, homely,
I reach for the book of poems on my shelf.
I am suffocatingly wrapped up in myself
So, I must find another world to inhabit,
I reach for the book of poems on my shelf
I am lifted to a more satisfying planet.
So I must find this other world to inhabit,
Capture its pleasantries for my very own
I am lifted to a more satisfying planet,
And I shut out the stormy night’s moan.
Capture its pleasantries for my very own,
I close the shades to shut out all the light,
And I shut out the stormy night’s moan
I fear the woeful howling in the night.
written February 25, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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