Black is the night
Gone is the delight
Whiling away the morning hours
So dark, I cannot see the flowers.
I bide my time and idle here
Awash in coldness, a sliding tear
The sun is down and so am I
Take no notice of stars in the sky.
It's quiet here, not a laugh
around
Dismal and solitary, not a sound
Pressing keys and forming lines
My heart is crushed by enfolding vines.
Watching letters dance across the
tube
Years behind me, yet, feel like a rube
Plunged into darkness, nary a flicker
Of light to soften a lover's bicker.
Horses plodding and towing a plow
Time is marching, the moment is now
Comes to morn, I see the dawn
Time to sleep, suppress a yawn.
Toss and turn in my lonely cave
Stupid of me not to behave
Tread upon her sensibility
Brash I was, no humility.
Thoughts of the past
Dart, and then, at last
Blissful peace and pains surcease
Blackness and, no dreams please.
Written by Dale E. Malone, Somber,
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