This cold, cold, cold night
This cold, cold, cold night.
Moon behind whisps of clouds is its light.
Temperature falling, chills grow.
What the hell does the moon, the stars and the night really know?
About how broken me be?
Love does not even recognise me.
Is that face laughing at me?
Seen it all before?
Lost souls wondering alone to their door.
Everything’s so dark with no light.
Everything’s so cold in this life.
Everyone carries their lies.
Demon stabs from the inside.
Door closers to the dark lonely rooms.
Hopes of before disappear into the quiet, deafening gloom.
No one wants to be in my life.
Just another cold, cold, cold, lonely night.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2024
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