Coldest Nights
Sleepless nights clouded by
my own ignorance, ashes in
my tray foolish acts are but
judgment of my ways.
betrayed by the one very near
and dear to my heart, agony!
A thousand needle’s is It not,
but A child’s play? vengeance
A stage In the mind of
the pupil. though my eyes may
plegde treachery! humanities
will, well never befall me.
