A howling wind
echoes through my soul
discordant it seems
yet harmonizing with
the moments
I call life
I lay in a doorway
wrapped in a blanket
which obscures the view
of those who have no clue
of hidden dreams gone sour
in a world that dreads
tomorrow
I smile at my lover
and whisper her name
“loneliness”
as she dances on the
stage of my need
convincing me
in no uncertain terms
that self-medication
is a proper remedy
at least to a mind
without understanding
Knowing that respite
comes in undefined packets
bought on the street corners
of greed
I snuggle down against
the chill
which is no match
for the chill in my heart
And pray for daybreak
—Jay Cornelius