ExterminatorHydrogen

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils. A solitary path I claimed In seeking shelter from the crowd; And lo, when all deserted me, I wandered lonely as a cloud I sought the green and grassy knolls Between the rustic barns and mills, And spied the new winged, dappled lark That floats on high o'er vales and hills, The silent majesty of thoughts Was broken as I dreamed aloud. I was wrested from my reverie When all at once I saw a crowd This treasure grows and rests upon the fertile soil where river spills I'll rest my weary bones within

It ends at my throat The warmth from the tea Inside I'm frozen Nothing warms me It's two a.m. And no sleep will come I sit here and sip While inside I'm numb Memories of sex They give no heat Not in this late hour As the guilt repeats And of another Memories of heart, Guilt, and confusion They tear me apart No sleep will come The wicked don't rest They keep me awake These things I've confessed Savannah Greenhalgh December 9, 2012