Night falls firmly on feeble hope

And hungry dreams that crawl into the world

Through a back door on a moonless night

Without as much as a dark smile, a cold goodbye.

I wave from a window to that which is no longer mine,

And mourn with a quiet sigh my dreams'

Final absence before the end

On feet that feel the cold in earth, I shuffle

Upstairs to lay on my narrow bed recalling days

When I could see and feel in that time

Before I lay in hopeless trance in dreams resigned.

I fake a laugh, refuse tears and feel a chill crawl up my spine.

One day, I whisper at the night, I will know

Peace as I now know the lies of sorrow.

nice

wow!!! you are very good with using your heart in these poems

nightfall
is nearly over
another
eve
of delicate
reverie
breathing
appropriately
calm and restful
heartbeat measured
rising
imperceptibly
alone yet
not the only one
pushing the blind
an inch
this gray
watercolor
world
begins to breathe as well
as quietly
and peacefully
as grey dissolved
she reappears
as night
unfalls

I can feel your writing and the emotion of it all.