Darkest Before Dawn.



An Original Dark Poetry piece about isolation, especially through the long, lonely nights of insomnia.


Seconds drag so slowly, all the lost and lonely night

The tell-tale heart it shouts aloud, feelings of contrite

Subjugates my spirit, every agony laid bare

Galvanising suffering, despondency, despair


Outside a blackened portal, many people passing by

Laughing all together, I’m loathed to wonder why

They seem to have somebody, to call their very own

While I languish in this hollow, soul naked and alone?


How I hunger for inclusion, to be seemingly carefree

Let loose the fear and anger, melancholy, jealousy

Entombed by four cell walls, my broken body and my mind

With its black dog, the tormentor, one thing unconfined


So wretched and of heavy heart, I’m laying my head down

Keep counting every second, until sleep comes around

Still, sleep is never easy and it doesn’t come ’til morn’

But as the Sun shall rise again, it’s darkest before dawn!


Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.

2015 – 2017.

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