Lonely Hours Of The Night
I sit alone and my tears cry just for you to come home
Lonely Hours Of The Night
The night hums soft, a quiet tune,
A silver hush beneath the moon.
The empty chair, the silent sigh,
A heart so full, yet asking why.
The walls remember every sound,
A whispered name still circling round.
The clock hands crawl, the hours slow,
A longing only shadows know.
A thousand thoughts, a single ache,
A smile I wear, a smile I fake.
The world moves on, a distant blur,
And hope’s a ghost I barely stir.
The stars blink cold, too far to touch,
Their distant glow — it speaks too much.
I reach for dreams that slip away,
And beg the dawn to let me stay.
The quiet lingers, sharp and clear,
No voice to break the silence here.
Just time, a weight I cannot see,
A hollow room, and only me.
And when the morning spreads its light,
It finds me much the same as night.
No softer breath, no hand to hold —
Just empty hours, still and cold.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
Such a beautifully written story! 😍✨ I loved every bit of it. Keep shining! 💖
Wow! A sad and amazing poem! You’re amazing! Great work!
The recurring theme of empty hours emphasizes the emotional void, where even the light of morning fails to bring relief.
Beautiful and a perfect time for contemplation on many things.
nice