This Time of Night

Something I wrote one night. It's my first poem

This time of night, when all is calm

And I'm alone, awake, and aware

I look for something, someone to hold...

But soon I realize that you're not there.

 

This time of night, when all is dark

I anxiously wait to hear your call

With sleep eluding me at every hour,

I never realized that I'd begun to fall.

 

This time of night, when all is bleak

And I'm clawing, scrambling towards fleeting light

But slowly, steadily, I lost my grasp

Until I fell down...down...consumed by the night.

 

This time of night, when all is lost

And I sit...cold, weak, alone

I've lost sight of the light at the opening

Thinking of the heart I'll never own.

 

This time of night, when all is failed

And the darkness has taken me whole

Through the fog of doubt and mist of despair

You reach down from above to touch my soul.

 

This time of night, when all seemed nigh

Your hand grasped mine, and you said, "Let's go

Out of this hole of despair and misery

Off to where the rivers of life flow."

 

This time of night, when all is calm

And now I have no reason to die

All of my thoughts are turned to the angel

Who helped me remember what it's like to fly.

Author's Note

Whaddya think?

Reviews

[Sarah]

Wait... this is your FIRST poem?! :o This is really great for your first, especially since you can only improve from here! I predict great things in the future. (: Loved the repetition of the title, good stuff.

[Ale Blevins]

wonderful just wonderful! great write! your great friend Amber-Leigh