Two Worlds of Night

A Poem by Cee. Es.

Two worlds of Night

Another house, another street
And through their slumber do they sleep
I whittle down my nerves to ends
My mind begins to twine and bend
Across the floors do I creep
Tense to feign at tiny peeps
A pulsing heart in my chest
Burns to cry of unrest
A child's breath so slow and sweet
Reverberates through my wanning dreams
Waking to life so scorned and bear
A house of morning, so cold, lay there
Tip toe in time with their snooze
If only they knew what they'd lose
And what it might mean to me
Man in time of greatest need