MIDNIGHT NEEDS 

By Nolan Moon

Hot nights
And slow dreams. Slumbered fights,
Reality seams.

An ebony vial,
An endless nest. They always prevail,
And rob me of rest.

I should fear the room,
I should hate the walls. Drifting so soon,
Into a night of recall.

Let me be,
I plead leave me still. Why can you not see?
I am slipping my will.

A shatter of space,
In a blast of time. A loss of face,
A remorseful line.

For a dream,
I cry unto the moon. What I scream,
For morning soon.