Poetry

Lonely is the Hour

Lonely is the hour,
When the sound of sleep,
Is silence;
Deafening roars surround,
As your mind starts to roam,
Silence only grows
With each passing minute –
Wrapping you within it,
As if to keep you from weeping

Lonely is the hour,
When the sound of sleep,
Is silence;
When the sound is getting louder
Vivid colours in the darkness
Are a plague upon your stage
Memories dance before you
As the seconds fall away
Into the chasm of the night

Lonely is the hour,
When the sound of sleep,
Is silence;
Growing to its crescendo
”Hush now!”
While it’s screaming in your ear
Relentlessly shrieking with laugher
As it carries on its torture,
Methodical and thorough

Lonely is the hour,
When the sound of sleep,
Is silence;
When the seconds last far longer
As the peace of others mocks you
While you lay down beside them
Minutes counting down time
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Until silence drowns out logic

Lonely is the hour,
When the sound of sleep,
Is silence;
It’s invasion nears completion
As the worst assumes position
Then sunshine shatters through
Casting out the dreadful fright
Peace at last as the sun rises
Tranquility soothes fractured nerves

Peaceful is the hour,
When the sound of sleep,
Is silence;
Weary eyes begin to close
Breaths become deeper and slower
Muscles relax, free from fear
It’s finally there,
Finally in reach,
Time to give in and sleep


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