It Is Night 1

 

It is night

Yet I am not tired.

My bed calls me, yet its voice deceives.

For if I lie upon it,

It turns into a rack;

A rack on which my tortured mind

Is torn.

The light is out,

Yet sleep comes not to comfort me,

For before my mind’s eye

Comes your face

Your warm body is beside me

Lying beside me in the dark.

My hands reach out to touch you

But you’re… no longer there.

My lips form your name;

My throat works

And the word,

Your name

Shudders out into the darkness;

The blackness of my loneliness.

And I am alone.

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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

This is heartfelt, and I know loneliness all too well. Sometimes I lay there alone in the dark, and just wish more than anything I could say her name and hear her respond, feel her next to me. It's terrible, but there is always hope.

Hubpages, and self expression has saved me from the constant lonely dark.

Up/awesome.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Read these few lines from a really excellent poet:

"My desire,

your smile

my wish,

for your kiss

an embrace

such as yours

your taste,

I adore

every contour

every slope", and then see why I felt i had to write this fifty year old poem, simply because there are many echoes of heartbeats and lost love and stretching out to feel and to touch and to taste... in this following snippet:

"For before my mind’s eye

Comes your face

Your warm body is beside me

Lying beside me in the dark.

My hands reach out to touch you

But you’re… no longer there"

They could have been written by the same person.


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

Agreed, I am happy to have recently inspired you. Keep it coming :]


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Its frustrating to me that on this plane we tend to just frustrate each other. Two beings being ready for each other at the same time and ready to be done at the same time as well, just never seems to happen.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

You are so right, Randy. It's all about timing and geography, and it shouldn't be. It should be far more simplistic than that.


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

I can relate to this so much Twilight. At night is when one feels the most alone. Our bodies are finaly still but our minds race with many thoughts past and presence. I think this was very very good and described this tormented rest perfectly.

Sunnie


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toknowinfo 5 years ago

This was beautiful in many ways. To add to the complications of life, people can be alone, in a relationship too. "My hands reach out to touch you, but you're ... no longer there", can mean several things. Your writing is just so touching.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you, Sunnie, for your visit and looking into the poem so intelligently. I'm glad it struck a chord.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

TKI, I appreciate those comments. Thank you. Who would have known that the twenty years old me would have received such a nice and understanding response.


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kallini2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

"The blackness of my loneliness" - made me think of my loneliness. It is very touching... I tend to forget how painful it is to feel disconnected... Too many names, too many images...

My mother just left for Moscow and there is a sudden void. And every time Daniel goes to his father, I feel the same longing... I can't go to his room at night and kiss him, for it is the sweetest kiss, it reminds me of times when he was a mere baby not able to respond "Who cares about that?" Mom! Mom!

I know you were writing about different bonds... We don't realize the darkness of loneliness until it creeps upon us...

Very powerful poem, in my opinion. The colours you mentioned in your other poem "my mind waits", colour my loneliness, yet loneliness it remains... black or sparkling... I long for connections. The name? Who will it be?


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I hope that whoever it might be, he comes and fills the void within you, very soon, my friend. You have so much to give, and whoever it is had better have an intelligence and a compassion second to none, because you are one amazing person, Svetlana.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

I know how blessed i am to have a loving wife beside me. Loneliness is a hard cross to bare, lets hope you find an answer in 'it is night 2'.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Cling on to her, my friend, in the good times and the bad. "blessed" is a good word to use here; not just "lucky" as so many people say.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

The harder i work at it, the luckier i get.


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Docmo 5 years ago from UK

Dear Twilight Lawns, such emotion is heartbreakingly, heart achingly good.We all seem to be tapping into the same seams as I recently did Forever Nights ! beautiful!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you so much, Mohan, for your comments and your appreciation, Docmo. I am really a fan of your writing style, so I call this a double complement.

Ian

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