Painkiller

It’s because it’s late at night

It’s three in the morning

I look outside

Nothing but silence

 

The hush of the night intrigues

Not even a whisper from the trees

All the sounds to which I’m accustomed

Gone!

And all I see is darkness

Hoping that in hours

The son will come and relieve me of my pain 

Reviews

[Sam]

I can relate to this. But some advice... don't listen to hard remember he talks in a still and quiet voice softer than the softest whisper. Be still and know that He is God....

[Clara]

I can relate. I have often felt like this - the emptiness.
Waiting, waiting and for what? When the pain only got worse.

Things will get better, my friend. It's not time for you to go home yet. :)

[Mike Cole]

Thanks very much I am really trying to remember to trust God that He has things under control

[Clara]

He does. Be encouraged, my friend.

[Raef C. Boylan]

This is an intriguing, atmospheric piece. Nice writing.

p.s. Should "relive" in the final line be 'relieve'?

[Mike Cole]

Thank you for the comment and thanks for the spell check it is very much appreciated