I Cry

As I stare into the night

memories assault me

it is not a pretty sight

I cry

 

Years go by and pain burns

this empty heart of mine

my soul years

and so I cry

 

Images flash through my mind

of moments of happiness

other pictures are not so kind

still I cry

 

I lie awake, too troubled to dream

afraid of the nightmares

I focus on a moonbeam

which dared to tempt the shadows

 

A cloud passes over the moon

cutting off my ray of hope

leaving me alone in the gloom

I cry

 

 

Reviews

[Anya]

haunting, wonderful flow to it but very sad and chilling.

[Flow~]

Haunted by the past and past memories can bring up some tears. I like the visuals you give and as always I enjoyed your poetic flow. Nice write.

[Penny Dreadful]

"As I stare into the night

memories assault me

it is not a pretty sight

I cry"

I loved these lines. They really connect to things i have felt.

good write.

xxx