These Nights Poem, by SheWasTheSun, at My poetic side

And there are nights, oh there are nights

When the dawn seems so far

And the dark won’t lift

And it seems the weight of the world

Is resting on my chest

And though I try, oh how I try

I do not feel like Atlas

And my maps are all mixed up

And on these nights, these heavy nights

These twisted, gloomy nights

I spend moments longing

For the temporary relief

That would come with resting the weight

In your venomous hands

But I remind myself

Over and over and over and over

That your hands are made of stone

Just like your callous heart

And regardless of your pretty words

And your strong, confident arms

You are Hades

And that, my dear, will never change

But they keep coming, these nights

These heavy, heavy nights

Evergreen October 25th, 2019 01:13
Beautiful. I can relate to this. Throughly enjoyed reading this.
- SheWasTheSunOctober 25th, 2019 08:34
  Thanks so much!
Lamar Cole October 25th, 2019 06:18
Very good poem.
- SheWasTheSunOctober 25th, 2019 08:34
  Thank you!
MendedFences27 March 6th, 2020 23:16
Such nights as these come all too often it seems. Unhappy relationships
can weigh on the soul. Yet there are only two choices, Yes or No. Men can be like devils, but when they are, it is best to say Farewell.
Your poem describes the pain of such weight very distinctly. One can feel the agony in your words.. a brilliant lament of the pain of heartbreak. Well done.
Perhaps, "Over and over and over again." - Phil A.

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