As I lay there cold at night
Like a log, solid and hard
Like a deer frozen in fright.
I hear a noise, alert, enguard
I dread the coming of my fear
I loathe myself for this denial
I’m too dead to shed a tear
inside I cry and run a mile.
No there’s nothing you can do,
Though I lay here frozen rigid.
As the first night nerves ensue,
I’m just nervous, I’m just frigid.
Your kind words help a little bit,
they ease the tension and the sorrow
for now, I’ll watch TV and sit
downstairs, we’ll try again tomorrow.
copyright: Kristian Fogarty 05/April/2018