One Thousand Nights

His sitting , watching and whispers.

Whispers calling for dark deeds,
nights with nightmares full of horror,
speechless angel , forsaken my side,
prayers with no address.

Deprived me of faith,
strengthen my hate,
encouraged my dark side,
his behind all of this.

What is left to do...

Scream for light ,
pills for night,
call upon help,
wait for the voice-mail.

Author's Note

Desperate times call for desperate times

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

very evocative, I enjoyed this one a lot.

[Hadeel ( Charming Fairy..]

nice

[Inda]

I like that we're left waiting in the end, really impacts the reader and causes us to reflect immediately.

[MrKnowAll]

When I wrote this poem, I was thinking of adding a solution, but stopped because I think there is no one solution and it's all about the person's personality and how he deals with stuff in his life.
Thanks for reviewing :)

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poem good