Night falls down, blankets the day He lies in bed alone Racing through his troubled mind Are thoughts he’s never shown He lies awake, motionless Staring at the ceiling Verging sorrow, he can’t seem To shake that awful feeling What if? What could be Of that whcih he has lost? Idle he can be no more And goes out in the frost Among the snow, the wicked air Tastes ice with every stride He chokes a smile to passerbys The sorrow does he hide Across the town, by candlelight She reads her favorite book She stops and thinks about her life The same one that he shook Her quiet recluse turns to pain The anger slowly builds “He doesn’t talk, he shyes away” This void just must be filled Amid the headlights, snowflakes fall He buttons tight his coat And in his hand, his fist clenched tight That undelivered note “I care, I care,” he thinks out loud “But how to show myself?” A simple hug? A gentle kiss? To taste her won’drous wealth “Oh stars of night, give me a sign To never give up hope I’ve done my wrongs, my pennance served This loss I cannot cope” He needs the warmth, the gentle touch That only she provides Forever will she fill his heart But not be by his side To hold, be held, is what he craves He watched it slip away And nothing done by empty words “I’ll fix it all today” But she thinks not the same as he For love won’t fill her heart Anger casts its shadows down And tears them both apart Through her pane, he casts his view In from the moonlit snow His sorrow’s deep, he needs her so But will she ever know?
Reason for writing:
Most of my poems are written out of frustration. My one true insecurity is in relationships. Because I am afraid to
instigate them, I spend time sadly dreaming of a chance to succeed. This is yet another chapter in my ill-fated insecurity.
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