You are not the air I breathe

The sunrises as the moon sets

And existence is mine alone

Not to give my soul

Watch my spirit die

Trampled on red grapes

Makes wine

Sour, bitter juice

Drips from lips swollen

Eyes darkened

From too many nights

 Sleep deprivation

 Wrestling with ghost

That won’t let me lay

 Down in peace

 Look out into the night and

Gaze up to the heavens

 the moon

 So far away and wish

Sorrow was even farther

 Not right here at finger tips

Sharp needles pricks

And bleed