Nights
~Kevin Hart At times my name gets tired of me And wanders off into the dark: Some times it claws me with a bark Some times it leaves me almost free And then I cannot see a thing And flesh is barely tied to soul: Those nights the density of coal Those nights when I am not a king Then hours bunch up to watch me fall And I am turned into a prayer: Some nights I circle God’s dark lair Some nights an endless night is all |