How silent is the night as the hours pass
the sense of loneliness is felt actively
nobody to talk to or snuggle up to in bed
there is too much time for you to reflect
just your thoughts to fill the black void
years have passed you by far too quickly
no lover or partner to share the dark
youth and drive waned the fear stark!
Thoughts at three in the morning alone is hard
that silence over time the mind is scared!
The Foureyed Poet.