A POEM OF THE NIGHT

                                      

                                  A Poem Of The Night         

                                            ( May 28, 2012)

                                 Requiem by M. Rassler

                                     My heart dwells,

                                     within a fist

                                     called Sorrow,

                                     No hope that

                                     tears leave

                                     my tomorrow.

                                    Grief, You uninvited guest,

                                    Again to gift unrest.

                                    What roots to

                                    fast grow deep,

                                    in those routines

                                    called Normal?

                                    What mask to choose

                                    and paste upon my face,

                                    An inner phantom's craze,

                                    To dress my countenance

                                    in shadows of the formal.

                                  Oh Grief, You uninvited guest,

                                        Again to gift unrest.

                                  What lessons to be learned?

                                   What passions to control?

                                    What future to unfold?

                                  Oh, Grief, You uninvited guest.