Settling Down

I am not to marry or to fall in love. Am not to open my eyes to children shrieking, so giddy for Saturday morning cartoons. And why? Because no one understands what I feel ripping through darkness late at night. How I prey like a werewolf, descend maddened down barren roads, through sleeping towns. Because no one knows how the trees blur into constant ominous blackness, or feels how the...