A Poem: The Night

In these frozen hours, Haunting recollections beckon.

Betwixt my sheets lies absence,

Atop my breasts rests the heaviness of the night.

And I am alone.

A collection of thoughts?


But their lingering finality cannot deny me of my need.

My need for another.


My need for another mind.

One to pit against my own.

One to quell my recollections of a day gone.

How I need.

How I wish.

A simple being to quell the emptiness of the night.

-S.C. Parris

Poem: Howl

I watched you from afar, But stood right next to you.

And all the same my tears did fall,

Into the pit I carved for you.


I was lost.

Gathering the scraps of what I’d held on to so dear,

I blew the secret when I let you in.

I am the wind,

Wishing you would hear me howl.

-Sheron Parris