It's the nights
It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest
The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And Morpheus morphs into a tempest
In the dismal dark, I grow cold
The old feel
of comfort, lost
I've naively let
Life slip away
And at such a terrible cost
I used to be somebody…
A person
In my own right
Now I've become nobody,
Alone…especially in the
Dark of night
I've lost all the things
That I once loved
All things I thought were right
Now in my mind…at night…alone
I cannot find
A place to put my mind at rest
Tis the nights…I dread
In my lonely bed…Tis the nights
That are the loneliest
poem by David Whalen
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