Poetry

When the Night Comes

Enjoy.

Waves thrashing,
Thunder clashing,
My ears are bleeding,
My soul is receding.

I reach out to the sky,
Hoping you'll hear my cry,
But you don't.

I look down below,
Seeing their eyes that are oh so hollow.

I hear you whisper one thing:
I'm sorry.

And then I'm plunged into the darkness, never to be heard from again.

I jolt upwards with a start,
Thank God it was all just a dream.

Well maybe not so much a dream as it was a nightmare.

But that doesn't matter, the damage is done.

A new nightmare has been added to the collection my brain has stored on a shelf.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I get up and go about my day.

Because when the night comes, my happiness goes astray.

Thoughts?--->