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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