A Lonely Night

By solace

"Step into a world where words become windows to the soul, where every stanza is a symphony of emotions waiting to be felt. This book is a treasure trove of moments captured in verse, inviting you to wander through the landscapes of love, loss, and longing. With each turn of the page, discover a new facet of the human experience, illuminated by the magic of poetry. Let these words be your guide, leading you on a journey of self-discovery and wonder. Don't just read—immerse yourself in the poetry and let it ignite your imagination."

• Language: English
• Publisher: solace
• Release date: May 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224344062

Book preview

I wrote this with the hopes that someone might be able to connect, not feel alone. As much as we’d deny it and seek to be isolated in our uniqueness, we are social creatures which means that even when we feel pain, knowing that someone else out there knows what you’re going through, knowing that you’re not alone.

I hope you get to enjoy my poems, beyond them being poems and needing to be broken down for in-depth understanding but, enjoy it as an art form. And that’s it, that the best way to understand something is to feel it.

Notebook

There he goes again, too timid to speak yet his eyes cry caution for anyone who might be tempted to ask are you okay, he'll lie and come back to me like crawling soldier seeking home to be free for a moment where being fragile isn't weakness. There he goes again, pen in his hand like cane for his crippled soul, he falls on me as if I could catch his pain so instead I just catch the pen, for a moment I'm his friend, a shoulder he can lay without burdening it with himself. There he goes again, today he looks at the rood as if it'd give him proof that someone sees him. There he goes again...

I feel like I should be crying...

I cannot remember why.

Days feel like they're being held to the mirror,

I miss Fridays, though when I look back I truly missed escaping, to be somewhere that's not here.

I feel like I should be crying...

I cannot remember why.

Am I lost? Or did I lose myself waiting to be found.

I miss something, something that used to make me smile, something that used to matter.

I feel like I should be crying...

I cannot remember why.

Maybe I am to blame, for what? I know not myself but it's my fault.

The air feels heavier than it once was, maybe it too is holding onto something it once was,

The stars don't dance anymore, where has the music gone? Where have I gone?

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Conversations with myself

My feet crumpled when destiny called upon me, my hands held fear too closely for me to grip onto the future, my demise and my sorrow are a cascade of my own action,

When the night called for me to go onto it good, I crumbled, sand, couldn't stand the test of time,

blasphemy,

My feet walked towards light spoken from mouth to ear, to mouth to ear,

But