confined in this dark asylum

with nothing but crickets for friends

I hear the wolf howl

over the hills of the dead summer night

it must have seen beauty that’s incomparable

so much so, that it could not contain itself


while I, a tortured soul

is left to rot in this forsaken place


I sure would like to see once more

the evening sky of blue

roam freely were the night stalkers are

instead of being hounded by the demons of my past

I can hardly remember how the moon looks like


to be greeted by those shining, twinkling

gems of the night

to be free from these chains

to ride off on a shooting star

just like so many years ago