Sillouhette

I see the sillouhette of the trees through my window
I swollow my pride in hopes that I cope with
many nights with dreamless oppurtunities
I lay wake to the sound of the wind
any light that i find i crush
my mind bent to the darkness ignites a rush
I fight the touch of comfort
im blind by the many mistakes
the past has been forgotten
yet i seem to still stay awake
I clinch my thoughts
the fresh rain free's my breath
inhale the clouds
the smoke screen lays to rest
Ive seen the hills
past where the sunset falls
where the leaves seem to pile
and nobody calls