The night is long and endless
If what you only hear is your own heartbeat
Only the dead walls are your witness
And the sightless ceiling your centerpiece
The night is cold and lonely
When what strikes you is only the frozen space
Trying to fool your senses
Your deep sighs blend with the barrenness
The night is silent and quiet
When there’s no one to talk to by your side
Deaf and mute like your shadow
Beside you only that gorgeous soft little pillow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Little Star - How old are you? You have much heart and wisdom for one so young. Comfort can not take the place of loneliness can it? Thank you for sharing - Cheryl Lynn Moyer