In the twilight hours.

Written in response to #WOTD, 6/12/19


In the twilight hours I wake from fitful sleep
to an emptiness that never leaves me.

It pervades my waking hours
and saps my strength from me
like candy from a little child
leaving me bereft
wanting
hoping for something more than this

So I prey and I hope
for anything
something
but all I ever find is the emptiness
the nothingness that fills my soul

and I cry.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Start a Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: