Big Night - Poem by Peter Bain
This is the night.....it feels just right
A few things to do then I'm ending the fight
I wrote a few words keeping things neat
I'm not explaining, I'm admitting defeat
Fifty three years, can't see a blue sky
Man, I've tried, just can't see that high
They say 'chin up, it's all within reach'
Optimistic crap that professionals preach
No one really cares. they never really see
My empty eyes are staring, I'm looking in at me.
There once was a moment though, a woman seen my tears
She held me in a warm embrace taking all my fears
All my life I've struggled, felt cold and insecure
She took away the endless pain, a momentary cure
Now I'm back in limbo, I'm done and I'm tired
Putting on that smiley face, laughing when required
This glass holds my future, it's beautiful, deadly and bleak
A liquid switch for final peace, the ending that I seek
The world will trundle on, memories will pass me by
When it's finally over, I'll be no one who happened to die.
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