It’s on nights like this
Wish I had a thousand friends
That we would gather around the fire
And let the fun begin
Because my home is vacant, silent
And I cannot pretend
That this loneliness in life
Is every gonna end
For plagued is my soul
Displaying absence in the whole
Where friendships are as valued
As an eternity of gold
And life has a funny way
Of drawing distance, making cold
And I shudder just to think
That I could die alone
Yeah, on nights like this
I wish I could raise a chalice
To drink my fill of love
If I am being honest
Because life is too short
To live within your malice
I’d rather tip the scales
Than have an even balance
Focusing my actions
Solely into love
Where the heart has meaning
A reason beating blood
Gathered altogether
Embraced into a hug
No striving for acceptance
Through a system of a judge
It’s on nights like this
Where purpose speaks to mind
And I am left to look about
Seeing that we’re blind
Distracted from one another
Worked into a bind
While longing for our freedom
Yet never having time
And what of all these actions
Do they set the course of life
Transforming us to toil
Until all we know is strife
Repeat the generations
Repetitions of advice
Veiled from our design
So we may never reach our heights
It’s on nights like this
When things seem the darkest
Where all the problems of your life
Are seen at their largest
And all the little things
They seem to hit the hardest
And pierce right to the heart
And cut you at their sharpest
That you wish that you had somebody
That you were not alone
That life was really different
Than all that you’ve been shown
You try to hold your head up
You try to stay composed
But whether things will change or not
You really never know
On nights like this
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Author:
Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone goes through loneliness at some point in there life, we all have nights like this.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A monumentous write Babel. And the image fits your description perfectly. 👍
Thank you kindly!
I agree loneliness is fearful.Hope you will dispel the darkness with life and laughter
Thank you, that’s very kind to say.
'Because life is too short
To live within your malice
I’d rather tip the scales
Then have an even balance'..
an awesome showcase:
for your painstakingly
cultivated mastery
of wordsmith majesty!
thank you, for choosing to share
dear Poet
Thanks! Your comments are just as majestic!
"It’s on nights like this
When things seem the darkest
Where all the problems of your life
Are seen at their largest
And all the little things
They seem to hit the hardest
And pierce right to the heart
And cut you at its sharpest"
You put a feeling I know all too well so beautifully into words.
Thank you for saying so. Unfortunately it was a learned experience for me as well, in which I didn’t care to be so fluent. BUT, out of it came the experience, and creative inspiration, and personal growth… and healing, albeit slightly slower and, apparently in waves of grief. I am sorry to hear that you are able to relate in that manner as well, but hopefully it is past tense. That is the one good thing about experience, you gain the ability to communicate with others, that you would have otherwise not been able to understand.
Grief is a more like a circular spiral towards healing, I completely understand the waves of grief. I hope you have found healing as well, I'm still on my journey myself. Thank you for sharing!
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