In The Dark Of The Night
The mind takes control
Heart thumping in tune to the pain, tears falling in a curtain of rain,
Destroyed by the words of cruelty and disrespect, no way forward to ever forget,
Trauma flows through veins that were once warm, now shiver through the norm,
Destitution strangles the breath, racing forward to a natural death.
******
Why? Why the destruction, the ultimate lie?
A mind on constant repeat — run, run — a heart that picks up the beat,
The tears splash on cold hands, knowing there’s no reason to take a stand,
Sleep deprived, holding on tight, willing a soul to survive.
******
A sunrise to behold at early dawn, a wish for those who were never born,
Begging forgiveness for the decisions that day, a heart broken and made to pay,
Sacrificed for what? Eternal love, not!
A cross to forever bear, another who’ll never care.
******
Fragile brokenness the order on call, alone to deal with it all,
For a minute there something changed, until the double face is rearranged,
Almost hooked in and duped, then clearly witnessed how low one’ll stoop,
Craftily worded to ensure a break, to test a heart to see what more it’ll take.
******
The future needs a different path, a gentler outcome, no more bloodbath,
Winding roads to travel, gravel tracks to hike, pick and choose, discard, dislike,
Listen carefully to core beliefs, choose nature over human for instant relief,
Wander in solitude to ease the pain, fake it til you make it, never to feel the same.
******
The time for regrets has now passed, the questions pondered and many asked,
The answers a heartbreak, a cruel response, scattered about with nonchalance,
Cold, disrespectful, cruel to extreme, falsity spoken so casually, all part of the scheme,
Left broken and bleeding, stranded in between, totally expected and truthfully seen.
******
Time is of the essence, minutes left to destroy, one heart crushed for that girl and boy,
Self disillusionment ridden through the years, an endeavour to ward off the tears,
Self disgust should roll with the punch, but no, it’ll be a self packed lie eaten for lunch,
No wonder sleep is so deprived, when a life is lived upon a bed of lies.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (5)
Such s powerful poem, but I would expect nothing less fro you...
Oh I feel this. Without any argument people are closer to sadness than happiness. It is damn hard to describe that universal magic.
Whoaaaa, that was so intense and poignant. Loved it!
This one hits hard—raw, emotional, and beautifully tragic. It’s like a journey through the storm, battling heartbreak, betrayal, and self-reflection, with a faint glimmer of hope somewhere on the horizon. Each line feels like a heartbeat, steady yet aching. The resilience to move forward? That’s the quiet power in it all.
that last line...chef's kiss.