A Night at Sea

On cold nights like tonight,

I bury myself into my covers.

The odd hours of the midnight wakers

keep the halls lit with noise.

Their words hit the metal walls with a loud ping,

On Sleep

I can’t sleep.

The sound of the fan drags its breath

like the fingers across a chalkboard.

The warmth of this room is arctic,

and the nightmares from last nights dreams

have feared me from submission.

I thought the moon here would rest easier,

but it still hangs on severed strings,