Foggy nights bring some comfort.He can get lost in the mistand there is no one to stare or question.

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn.Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger.

I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast,my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

I am lost in my world,invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.

But the walls of my resolvemortared with stubbornnesshave been breached by circumstancesI cannot handle alone.

I didn't know the demonsthat walked across your memory.They came from the dustwhen you were at peacein your grave.

I am a butterfly poetbirthed from painflying with the freedomof my verses.

There are no stoneshoneycombed intoan abusive tonguestrong enoughto clip my wings.