I know Your character because I find it through my own
My tiny heart confronts the dark;
With courage, the unknown
yet despite my swirling stars,
a simple breath is all we are
a puff of sigh-frost,
caught upon a spiky breeze
fading to the skeptic night
while jagged currents lash the trees.
Nightly searing flames devour
Sicknesses that kept me sane.
I lose it all when moonlight calls
And silence claims my mind again.
Knock, knock, the branches come tumbling
Snare me in their jumbled arms
The rotten wood that lives in my bones
Screams at me to set it aflame.
Blurry eyes see blurry paths
And stumble down them wrongly;
An hour spent in lost lament
The cost of vision that worries.