The night creeps in
no noise to be heard.
Loneliness fills up the rooms of those who are hurt.
Disappointment takes up their minds as they look back at those who left them broken inside.
They await the morning
hoping that their will be light to give then hope.
The clock stops and they are loosing control
all being frozen in time.
They're trying to escape the night that creeps in.
The night spreads like a disease trapping them into
their hurt, their burdens.
As the night creeps in there is silence.
All you hear are the silent weeps and crys that will never be heard.
And they slowly suffer in the most hurtful way.
Because they are not bleeding from the outside,
they are bleeding from the inside.
Oh! What an amazing poem.... I understand so much from where you are coming from. I get so upset at night times, this has really touched me, Well done
Iris XxX