Laying In The Dark Poem by Michael Poston

Thoughts way heavy on my heart.
I think about the way people lived
before me, after me.
Sorrow floods over me for missing out.

Rising silence in the dark
while laying there on my bed.
You do the same
miles away untouched.

Time has come to go
even further away,
Searching for a calming
rhythmic noise.

Talking has ceased
but embers still burn.
Lightning has struck seven times
all while just minding my own business.

Reminders of life,
the flood gates are open,
sounds become clear,
a heart unburdened.