existence
silence quietly hums the days away
existence
a boring endless parade
pretense of purpose
fades away with the daylight
bringing again
the endless hollow night
the night is not my friend
i have none
the night is not my enemy
its just more hours, minutes, seconds
that stretch endlessly ahead
night sounds are lonely ones
the blowing of the wind
the beat of the rain overhead
the low pitched chime of the broken doorbell
reminding me there`s nobody there
the constant hum of the silence
that filters through the air
the night brings me to that empty bed
which has no arms to hold me
the prayers for sleep elude
nights are long and endless
but, whats harder still
is knowing
the day will soon be here
written by: shadow~dancer
2001