The Small Hours………
In the small hours, loneliness thunders, slowly killing the light of all things good,
In the distance beats the heart of another while sadness consumes her.
Wells up the bile of self condemnation,
evident in the shadows which beats the truth of rejection, needlessness, and remorse of another.
The small hours rip away all that would otherwise bring joy and happiness,
slowly…… Word by word, feeling, and touch……………………
Could two hearts know each so deeply and still not long to beat as one?
In the small hours, even in the brightest light you lean toward the darkest side,
taking comfort in imaginary words of promise, and beauty.
In the small hours, cruel dirty rain pours down, washing away the last remains of hope,
Stinging the heart with each thought of her warm embrace……
In darkness dances the vapour of lonely despair….. While the clock brags as each second passes.
In the small hours……The mind races…Searching for the answers to the questions of the heart……
while silence eats away at ones last shred of dignity.
Another laboured sigh, and the smoke of an endless cigarette billow about……………………………..
In the Small Hours……….
