Nights

Nights,

Burnt out, like the old candles in the dining room,

A slight golden glow, lingering smell,

Warm and comforting, yet distant; gone,

Nights,

Tears dance in my eyes, run down my face,

My mind pulling both directions,

Nights,

Slowly slip to your eyes,

Slowly die, bring you with me,

Numb, immune to the constant pain,

Or

Nights,

When I sleep, save my worrying for waking hours,

When I have no place to run,

Just suffocate, no choice left,

Numb, overruled by constant pain,

Nights,

The moon outside my window,

Like everyone a dark side hidden,

A lonely, broken string to hold,

Nights,

Of prayers and hellish screams,

Broken paths and broken dream,

Nights,

Of not knowing how to act,

Nights.