The dark hours
The long, tiring and painful hours
When I reflect
I reason and question
While hating on the ticking seconds
And the running minutes
Hating the pain
Whilst waiting for something more to gain
More than the hate
More than the pain
Ugly it is
The agony I feel at these nighttime hours
With the darkness that devours
Anything, everything
Merciless they are
The emotions I feel
Like storms they are
Making me unsure of what feeling is fair
So I feel the thunder and cry out at the lightning
These storms that only I feel
Unable to sympathise
The moon is incapable of such
Shall I only see of its bright light
But incapable it is
Of lighting up my heart
Or rekindling the fire of my soul
So I sit in the pain
Wallow in my tears
Drown in my emotions
And die in the nighttime
The nighttime when my regrets chase me
Like the wind on the clouds
The nighttime when my tears hit
Like the guns shot at innocent prey
But it seems like the prey is my heart
I'm afraid when the sun sets
When daylight ends
Cause that's when the nighttime begins.
YOU ARE READING
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PoezjaMaybe my words will stain the white page and bring emotion out of tears. Maybe the pain will match yours. Part one of my three set: words, pages and sentences
