Goodnight

A poem about late nights

The night never seems to pass,

I’m loneliness’ slave.

Darkness always around me,

Light, is what I crave.

 

I shut my eyes,

And let my emotions roll.

I think,

And stab my empty soul.

 

Add some color to this black and white painting,

Let us kill the suspense.

But the sun is down now, we will have to wait.

You can call it fate,

I’ll call it my false pretense.

 

My own words always seem to drown me.

Night after night I put my life at stake.

Maybe I’m already dead.

But I was never invited to my wake.

 

So goodnight to the person I am,

Goodnight, as the lonely moon gleams.

Goodnight to the person I used to be,

Goodnight to this hope I call dreams.

Reviews

[X Sandra X]

I really like this one it flows nicely.

[DarkAngelWriter]

Aww, I love this. Never give up hope though, love. Things can always go up...