Midnight Returns

The ticking of the a clock,

Silence broken.

Bong! Goes the sound.

The clock strikes the hour

All darkness, swallowed up.

Into itself,

Are emotions so black.

Reminiscent of  subjugation,

A pain so deep.

Little escape,

A smile eradicated.

Eyes sunken and dried,

From the anguished cries!

Where is the relief?

An unanswered question,

Tortured and unfulfilled.

Only to know,

The dark night is

Unfinished!

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6 thoughts on “Midnight Returns”

  1. ‘Where is the relief?

    An unanswered question,

    Tortured and unfulfilled’

    This part of your poem really resonated with me. Especially when I’m at my worst and fighting my depression seems futile. Is there an answer as to why we force ourselves through so much pain? We just want a happy life – it just might take a long time to get there.

    Thanks for sharing this 🙂

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    1. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting. Truthfully, I find most of me “relief” in writing. I’ve still got hope, but sometimes that is a feeling that fades in and out. But I’d like to think that there are a community of us like-minded people that offer support and encouragement; so, thank you! 🙂

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