Solitude Poem by Kuda Bondamakara

When abysmal darkness reigns;
And ghastly silence draws near;
I am on the precipice
Of a terrible belly- melting fear.
Running, beyond strength
Beyond belief, beyond thought;
Battling in vain to shrug off
A lifetime of a melancholy I've got.
Circling the mind into repetitive patterns
Of yesterday, today and tomorrow;
Hoping the next day will rise without it
Any more sorrow.
But, I have had this nagging emptiness
For most of my adult life;
Space that drives me
Towards the edge every night.