At times i often wonder
if misery co insides with strength
and if lonliness should be embraced
as if it were a friend.
If so, how do i go on?
These nights grow tiresome, as i lay awake
between the cold sheets of my bed.
Pondering the meaning of love, amoungst
the darken silence.
A heavy heart beats underneith
this composed flesh.
Each beat holds a pause; for
the slightest breath, another pulse
to continue with its rhythemic tune with.
As i pray into the dead of night
for endurance to get me through,
inside i howl, animalistic and raw
into the midnight mood, my only friend.
It's bright white light, comforts me
instead of a shinning young knight
to embrace this fradgile yet tormented soul.
When will this end, i relay over and over,
every word less hopeful til it is merely
a helix of disarray.
Frustrated; i ask myself again and again,
till this heart of mine begins to break.
As dawn draws near; the rays burst
though my window. I am again, alone.
To face the world, one day stronger than before.
My eyes, they so heavily fall and
my thoughts, for now.
No more.
Author notes
a midnight ponder.
Comments
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amazing job and i sometimes felt like like this.
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great job! i wish i could write like this.
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Great, this is the way I wished my poem about insomnia sounded. Great job and thanks for the comment on my poem.
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I LIKE IT ! ! !
I like it,....very touching because I can soooo relate.....I'm up most nights asking myself the same questions....lonliness seems to be my only friend lately....keep up the good work .... I'm looking forward to reading more of your writes.....
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