I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
So very haunting, pensive, you have an amazing way with words...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems that sooner or later we all wind up doing battle with the darkness. It is such an intimidating opponent. Your lyrical words help to add some grace to that uphill battle.