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.