In The Night

As another night
Passes thee by
I stare into the heavens
Hoping that someone 
Will hear my lonely cry

My friend, 
You know next to none of this
For the metal door
Behind which I so carelessly 
Hide my soul
Is indeed thick and firm

You pay no mind to this door
For you my friend,
This door means nothing.
“Not my business” you tell yourself
You leave it at that
Assuming nothing remains to decide

The nights are long
The nights are cold
Those dreary, lonely nights
Still no one hears
No one hears 
As to the heavens I cry

My friend,
The nights are cruel
There are no dreams
No pleasure remains
My tormented soul 
Cries out to thee

One night I find the end
The end of the journey
A one way ticket 
Out of this torment
Away from this life
But my dear friend
The price of freedom is steep

Too steep it seems
Too steep even for I
To allow such a silent sacrifice
And so for my mother’s sake
My soul carries on

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong description took the reader with you on a wild journey.
"Too steep it seems
Too steep even for I
To allow such a silent sacrifice"
Left reader with question and open ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Stephanie Baker]

I agree the description is strong

[SheIsYourCyn]

Sadly I know these feelings all too well. I'm sorry if you can relate at all.

Welcome by the way.