David O'Haolin Whalen Poet Rhyme

It's the Nights

It’s the nights…
It’s the nights 
that are the loneliest

The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And Morpheus morphs into a tempest

In the dismal dark, I grow cold
The old feel 
of comfort, lost

I’ve naively let
Life slip away
And at such a terrible cost

I used to be somebody…
A person
In my own right

Now I’ve become nobody,
Alone…especially in the 
Dark of night

I’ve lost all the things
That I once loved
All things I thought were right

Now in my mind…at night…alone
I cannot find
A place to put my mind at rest

Tis the nights…I dread
In my lonely bed…Tis the nights
That are the loneliest

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Donald Reith July 12, 2012 at 3:59 PM It,s the nights is a stirring piece that illuminates the fears of growing old and being alone. Artfully done. David O'Haolin Whalen July 12, 2012 at 7:04 PM Thanks Donald, I try to write a little differently each time, and this time I couldn't really see any sunshine. Guess we all have those days sometimes.