Some nights are like this
where i cannot sleep
i cannot sit still
the memories stir and all i feel
is remorse and pain and regret
every noise is a threat
the rain should be calming, i tell myself
but it intrudes and i cannot meditate upon
anything good
i'm just alone and small and a child again
terrified of my own shadow
i hear the birds singing outside the window
and it's just an echo from the past
a reminder that i have gotten nowhere
i have not moved past that night
i dont think i'll ever really rest
