Darkness - a poem

    • Darkness - a poem

      Nighttime becomes a place real lonely
      Since the darkness is no friend.
      No sheets left to unfold, no teddy bear to hold,
      I share my bed with the nearest empty space,
      Always knowing that nothing can take its place.

      A lonely heart’s a burden in the dark,
      As the window is now closed.
      Pages have been turned, the candlelight has burned,
      No pallid bust of Pallas to keep me company,
      The raven claws at me on this night, so stormy.

      My warm pillow brings me no comfort
      While I, nervous, clutch it.
      The blankets are wrapped tight on this dark night,
      My mind sees things that are not really there,
      Making monsters and creatures that I cannot bear.

      Nervously, I wait for the day to break
      And kill off the darkness.
      I lay my head on down, I turn myself around,
      And close my eyes and wait for day to come
      To say to the horrid darkness, “Your time is done.”
      [CENTER][SIZE=4]I write because no one listens to me

      Nothing keeps me from being set free
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