Dead people only cry at night
Only in the night
Frozen tears leave the living
Stranded by the light
Graveyards are full of names
That keeps the mourners busy
Time stands still for a while
Laughter takes a break
Today, they’ll drink a toast
To the longest ever wake
Sad tunes play to ghosts
As the night dances by
Memories begin their journey
Flowing to the sky
Tears begin to wane
As the distant star shines bright
You look back for the final time
Hoping for that sign
But time has gone now
Moved further down the line
Waiting for the chosen
Dying in the night
Words are spoken
The final epitaph
Time to say goodbye
They walk away for the final time
Crying in the night
Tomorrow starts the journey
To another losing fight.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 18th, 2026 07:47
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Comments1
Your poem explores themes of grief, loss, and the process of mourning. It highlights the emotional turmoil that accompanies the death of a loved one and the quiet reflection that often occurs during nighttime, a time associated with solitude and introspection.
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