Long comes the night,
without warning or remorse,
loneliness its trusted guide,
pulling me off course.
A hand reaches out
how long will it stay?
If I speak of my sorrow,
will it drift away?
Long comes the night,
rivers of pain,
flooding my soul,
a relentless reign.
Silence takes hold,
deep and vast.
Reaching feels futile,
stillness will last.
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Author:
ZuZu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem talks about the heavy burden of sharing sadness with others that you feel. Reaching out feels good, but after a while it may feel like a burden to feel this way. Therefore, at the end of the day youre all alone
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Comments2
I know of what you speak. I have felt this way. Well done, Zuzu! Glad I came across this! 🌹👏
Excellent write
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