A Woman of Nite's Plight

A Woman of Nite
Realizes her plight
In her current situation

A Woman of Nite
Takes no delight
In the fight that she is in everyday now

A Woman of Nite
Knows how to sacrifice her needs and her wants
That’s all she done

A Woman of Nite
Would take flight from the numb-ness of it all

A Woman of Nite
Escapes behind the pages of a novel
That balances her as she wobbles
Day after day night after night

A Woman of Nite
Understands that the light that shines is totally false
That is the fantasy of it all
Nothing more than a few words on a paper
Burning like a slow cinder

A Woman of Nite
Is up night after night
Wondering if it will all be worthwhile

A Woman of Nite
Has lost her appetite
Her taste for nice
And mourns the life that once was

A Woman of Nite
Has a dream of creating a new reality
Where no one can hurt me
Where no one can feel me
Where no can see me
Where disappointment is not a verb

A Woman of Nite
Oftens sit silent
On a road with no cars
Wondering where you are and what you feel.

A Woman of Nite
Stays up late for time
That we can talk and be together
But how is that helpful?
She wonders in jest
Except to make me crazier at best

A Woman of Nite
Knows that she is right
To pull back more and more

A Woman of Nite
Wishes she could analyze
The stuff her dreams are made of

A Woman of Nite
Would love to be held tight
Felt needed and wanted and hot

A Woman of Nite
Must more and more realize
That it is in fact no more that a rouse.

A Woman of Nite
Must be satisfied in being alone

A Woman of Nite
Turns off the light
And cries herself to bed
A Woman of Nite
Wishes you goodnight
And sometimes wishes herself dead