Middle of the night, I reach out
To find her sleeping next to me.
I softly sigh as she starts to purr,
My world is right, sweet Sammy.
Weather’s warm, the sky is blue,
Perfect chance to finally unwind.
Alas, I cannot taste the kiss of peace,
For the storm that rages in my mind.
Been through lots of awful stuff,
Everyone has, in their own way.
But now that I have burned quite out,
May I please just fade away?
Writing is not always an easy task,
Sometimes it leaves me feeling malaise.
So I will simply end this poem,
By using the word mayonnaise.
Watching the snow fall down from above,
While Sammy and I are lying in bed.
Silence is pierced by screaming winds,
And all of the voices inside my head.