fury of night

September 27, 2013 at 2:55 pm 13 comments

streams of sadness fall every night

under an indigo sky

as a thought,

a scent,

a sound, 

a thing –

all

spawn memories of days gone by.

a recollection of walks on a trail

or

staring up at the stars,

laughing at jokes,

swimming laps back and forth

and

hours spent dawdling in the park.

nighttime always stings the most

like a wasp hungry for a sweet.

it’s the loneliness which swells inside

then releases its fury like a beast.

whether lying down or walking the dog

the solitude prevails,

eating away at the soul

and

stabbing the heart

˜

always, always

without

fail.

˜

˜

˜

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13 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Neeraj  |  September 27, 2013 at 5:06 pm

    Touched my heart, so emotional.

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    • 2. words4jp  |  September 27, 2013 at 5:17 pm

      thank you – i face this every night – especially when i walk the dog. especially now because of the smell in the autumn air – to many triggers.

      Reply
  • 3. Svelte  |  September 27, 2013 at 6:01 pm

    Such raw emotion…

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  • 5. Noora  |  September 27, 2013 at 8:16 pm

    Painfully beautiful!

    Reply
  • 6. ioniamartin  |  September 27, 2013 at 10:34 pm

    So sad, but so beautifully written.

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    • 7. words4jp  |  September 28, 2013 at 12:41 am

      Thank you. xx

      Reply
  • 8. ordinarygirlinbrum  |  September 28, 2013 at 5:10 pm

    Night times are the hardest, aren’t they… also the times I play the Glad Game most… the times I need to remember the good things most. I might just make you play with me one of these nights. Much love x x x

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    • 9. words4jp  |  September 30, 2013 at 1:33 am

      I would love to play that game with you. xx

      Reply
  • 10. pst69  |  September 28, 2013 at 5:25 pm

    Beautiful, I feel your… Loss.

    Reply
    • 11. words4jp  |  September 30, 2013 at 1:32 am

      Thank you for reading;)

      Reply
  • 12. acuriousgal  |  September 28, 2013 at 6:31 pm

    Such sadness…very beautiful!

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  • 13. Theresa  |  September 30, 2013 at 1:30 pm

    “Night-time always stings the most…” – So beautifully expressed, and so very true. I’m sure there are countless of us out there at night, if you need us. I know I am with you…

    Reply

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