“On Nights Like This” by Antoinette Best
Literature, Poetry
On nights like this; I reminisce of the memories I thought I knew;
And; all I do is hope to see this night through;
On nights like this;
I’m sitting in this empty mundane room
while thoughts zoom
loom;
through my distracted mind trying to unwind from these destined lies
lies; spinning in my head;
with words left unsaid..
On nights like this;
should not;
be recalling this;
this;
masquerade
or
the toying games…
On nights; like this;
why go through this insecure muddled mess ;
when there was a hapless hour of happiness;
On nights like this;
need to be distant
from you
no matter what you do
On nights like this
my eyes are open
not
focused
only ;
swimming in tears the of sorrow
while my
heart grows
hollow.
On; nights like this
need to find solid ground and clarity
Clarity which there needs to be
On; nights like this;
I lye breathless
waiting;
for your repose;
As ; thy heart froze;
I looked for a glimpse of hope
of how to cope
On; nights like this
I wish this wasn’t so
Yet;
on nights like this
had to learn to let you go
even though its killing me so
On nights like this
