In the long, lonely night-time of the soul

 

I scratch out the hours

into walls like a cockroach,

My insect teeth

digging faster and faster

into the brick and plaster.

In this long, lonely

night-time of the soul.

I've carved my own hole.

Somewhere to crawl away,

into the dirt and clay,

as I spread out in my new abode.

A place where no-one shows.

 

I pass the hours

as they screech by at speed,

like wind that blows gale force through

my temporary retreat.

In the long, lonely night-time of the soul,

where I can feel whole,

if only for a few days.

Listening to the raindrops spray

and the sound of storms

passing overhead.

 

I mark each hour

in a notepad,

filled with brittle

broken dreams.

Only my sense

of self esteem

left to wilt,

it seems.

In this long, lonely 

night-time of the soul

I hear a call.

Just a little voice,

but it’s so beautiful.

It sounds like home.

 

I scratch the hours

into my walls, trying to escape,

I need to hear that voice again.

I need to feel the pouring rain,

I need to feel the world spin,

smell the dew

as it teases me again, mingling

with the perfume that you

wore that day.

I don't want to sit

in this long, lonely

night-time of the soul,

Not whilst the world 

is so beautiful.

 

 

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