Alone

All alone in bed

late into the night,

yellow dots in the distance,

The only night lights

are the nearby high rises,

a silent light

Long gone youthful lies,

 I lie born again righteous, I might just

even be gentle now.

I am old, I am cold

My blanket blankets my chest,

I cast it down, down to the feet

Like a fisherman’s net

It floats down,

To cover and catch

 2 numb fish with 10 toes,

And so it goes, night after night...

But this night, it doesn’t seem right

To let the cold win.