nights like this

I see my future.
the dry road, the bleakness
of dawn
approaching.
not a wink of sleep
will I find this night.
I burrow
down into the hole of me.
wrapped
in sheets, the window
of trees
scraping in cold wind.
I find no comfort,
no joy
or lasting pleasure in this
mood
i'm in.
I see my future. it's more
and more
not less of nights
like this.