Desolate Nights

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My nights are spent
in chilling fright.
The sounds hum
over the excitement.
I look beyond…
to find awareness
outside the misty
I hear sirens, birds wildly swaying,
crying, whispers of horror and
gore and crimes of hatred.
I’m not far from the sounds.
They are right near me in the
They are hollering, wailing,
Where are the music,
the love tales, the parties?
I’ve disassociated myself
from them.
I live in fright
from night to night.
The mockingbird
is at my perch…
mocking me…

Depression and thoughts from the past keep me up all night in fear.

One thought on “Desolate Nights”

  1. That was really a sad poem … hope you learn to enjoy this beautiful life and try to overcome from this …It would be very tough I know … but god can’t be cruel … even if he takes something from us… he makes sure to give something better in return … As you already mentioned you believe in faith … don’t let that go down ever…

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