The ambient glow of the fireplace becomes hypnotic.
Home alone, always, without true love to snuggle me.
Each of many pains of night makes my mind neurotic.
Pathetic it may seem for a young and beautiful girl.
Alone again after years of searching; life becomes a whirl.
Incessant longing gnaws away at self-control.
Night brings its darkness to the weariness of my soul.
Satan takes a grip upon my sanity; I am no longer whole.
Oh, that I could find true love and live a life of joy.
Forever, I live searching, only to be someone’s toy.
Night without you, my true love, is a lonely curse.
If only I could find you, whoever you are, wherever you are.
Grateful love, come; I beg you and quench my thirst.
Heaven is but a thought away…as is suicide.
Touch me with your warmth; Save me and let love abide.
Where is the dream that I dreamt as a child.
I never knew that the world could be so wild.
Today is just one step in eternity, but forever alone.
How can I face another day; I know not!
Over and over the thoughts circulate in my mind.
Utter self-destructions seeming the only solution.
Then, I fear the great and dreadful consequence.
To live eternity alone would be unbearable.
Reality visits at the break of dawn, briefly.
Underneath these fancy clothes lies a broken heart.
Each day takes me to a new horizon…until night.
Loneliness tortures me; at dark I am immobile.
Oh, the pains of night without true love destroy.
Vitality sinks into Satan’s sullen ship; sips sorrows.
Everything seems lost, but I pray for true love, tomorrow.
Copyright March 8, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Pain of Night
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015
I can paint you a picture
In colors gay and bright
But my favorites are the ones
I make late at night
The tortured works of art that see into my soul
The ones that help me feel in control
The ones that help me cope with all that's inside
The ones that can help me say
Copyright © Shyla Contreras | Year Posted 2015
treacherous teachings as people peer into shadows
erasing all falsities they once held as truths
really, how long could they expect to live in sunshine?
really, how long could they expect to live in ignorance?
I've walked on death bridge too many times
believe me- crossing is an option
lemmings describe people's nature
humankind a mix
unkind and lovers alike
man on the brink of a divide
an ocean of bliss below optioning
Copyright © Kit S | Year Posted 2016
Copyright © Joy Adderton | Year Posted 2013
Slowly my world shatters
Unravelling all around me
Inside my heart is
Cold, empty, broken
I have fallen apart completely
Drowning in the waves of sorrow
Everything I once was is swept away
By Morgan Mise
Written November 13, 2012
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
Heavy-hearted beneath your bridge, tides drowning
Eccentric beyond repair, never learning your lesson
Relief found comfortable only when you're frowning
Somber ruefulness contingent on your severe depression
Addicted to any mind altering chemicals; lost not found
Dastardly and wicked, a cowardly lion and a thief
Nondescript and lacking the ability to stay earthbound
Embezzlement of your felicity was your only relief
Sedated from tranquilizers, subdued from persuasion
Suicide found alleviation, refrained from confrontation
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 25, 2016
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
M made me a monster, sigh.
Yellow bellied ego freak!
Brewed trickery tea inside my head.
Awakened with fail now pray
Drifting aimlessly, shamefully away.
Copyright © Richard Alan Wise | Year Posted 2016
Staring down the barrel.
Unsure i want to do this.
Its so selfish i think.
Caring not for others.
I lie myself against the wall.
Decisions, decisions i guess this is the end.
Eventually, somewhere i will find my mend.
Copyright © ashley roberts | Year Posted 2006
I sit here feeling empty. Physically, I am in this world, mentally, gone. No one in this world, really knows what I feel inside. I lay shaking, pure confusion as I ask myself "should I do it?" Selfish me for not staying alive, no one hearing the painful screams and fearful cries. God please- can you hear me? The constant whys. Take me from this world, end my cries. The bottle of relief sits in front of me, staring me down. Take the pills and all the pain will go away. It will all be okay. I am unwanted. I am replaceable. I am unneeded. Thoughts running through my head screaming at me as I slowly open the bottle. 1..2..3.. I am free.
Copyright © Makenna Burns | Year Posted 2016