Night. Poem by Ripper Jones

It's a long night-time
when will the darkness end
and the rays from heaven light this room
this lonely dispossessed room
where electric bulbs give artificial lift
to grey corners of the mind
where a rainless cloud hangs in despair
as the minutes take hours
and the sad melancholy apologises
but does not go away
into the black night of wide-eyed stares
and beggars pleads
to be diffused in human cries
as the world says leave me be
go away you must not leave
this earthly limbo where hope lies defeated
within time-worn walls
buried by centuries of polished white bones.