Beastly Nite - Ghastly Chill

The weather of Canada with a liberal dose of imagination :P
It isnt 'as bad', nevertheless, it is 'bad'
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Never thought the night would be so beastly...never thought the chill would be so ghastly

The night doesn't rise.....the night doesn't fade.....
The night is what remains...the night is all that stays...

The chill possesses the city...the buses, the taxis....
The chill possesses the house..the walls, the windows...

Close all the doors....physical and mental......Or run the risk of posession...
Into its clutches and off u spiral....On a downward trail of illness and depression...

The bed is damp, oh! the sheets are damp....The jacket is cool, oh! the socks are cold....
The heart is drowsy, the brain confuzzled...Shallow breathing and disturbed sleep.....

Blood dripping down the nose... Blood oozing outta dead skin...
It melts with the nite and gels with the chill...

And all that remains is the beastly nite and the ghastly chill !

Dare if I may !

i could do better than that....
i could write better than the poet..
if only i tried.... if only i tried...

but dare i.....
dare plunge i deep into the depths of emotion...
fear, may i not, for the pain channels to re-open....
dare, look if i may, at the world with open ears and inquistive eyes....fear, may i not, the awakening of the dormant restlessness of my mind ?!

the emotions will tug at the hand... to write beautiful and touching lines...
the restlessness will push the mind....to feed it day and nite.. !
dare say, i give in.... i give in and write black onto white
fear may i not, of the aching hand but of the torn and dilapidated mind ?!

dare if i may to write a poem.....dare will i to live the poem ?!