While The World Sleeps
At night, when all of the world is sleeping,
I lie awake, in my bed, alone, weeping.
For dreams and plans made long, long ago
And wonder when did they change, where did they go?
I think of all of the mistakes I have made,
And then of the price I have been made to pay.
I realize my whole life has been a charade
My dreams, shattered, are lying around my feet,
Everywhere I turn, I get cut very deep.
Paying the price still, for secrets I must keep.
There’s a hole where I used to have my heart;
It was left there when he took my soul and my world fell apart.
No one to hold me, when I’m alone and afraid,
I wait for this tortuous pain to fade.
I can’t allow anyone else to get too close,
They, too, may not be the person whom they boast.
I can’t trust me, to trust anyone again,
I allowed myself to believe he was my best friend.
He’s gone now, taking everything that was inside of me,
And when he left, he made sure, another love I would never see.
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