Dulcinea91

Midnight

I go to bed

There I weep

Tears of sorrow

It has capacitated

 

Stares into the midnight

There’s no winter

My pillows are wet

I didn’t mean to get it soaked

I’ve finally broke

 

Inside my head

The pain is repeating

Words that hurt

And my life cursed

 

That well lit fire

And no candle light dinner

Seems oh so far from this

Painful sinner

Comments1

  • Santita

    Such pain in this piece, but you wrote it very well.



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