I welcome darkness my only friend,
It is good to be with you again,
For in my life I have no sleep,
I prey for you my life to keep,
There is bitterness in the sunlit sky,
For in the daylight you can see them die,

There is a pain, which only grows,
Until the graveyard is full of rows,
And in the message it was clear,
She would not last another year.
And in the morning she was absent,
Along with the angels, God had sent.

They took the only flower in my life,
Although she was not my wife.
I loved her more then words could say,
She was the bright spot in my day,
She was someone I called my friend,
And her trust you could not bend.

Come on darkness hold my hand,
Take me away to another land,
To a place where I can be free,
Where I don’t even think of thee.
Unless I wake up and she is there,
With the sunlight bouncing off her hair.

Remember the last time that I kissed her,
Lord, did you know that I would miss her?
Or that I loved her so much,
That I would be lost without her touch?
Yes, I cry when I am alone.
Yes, I die when I am alone.

This one grabs your heart and pulls at the soul for the ones we have
loved that we no longer can see but there memories live forever in our
hearts and the empty space that is left in our every day lives with out
them to fill it.

I wish my wife could read this poem. She gets mad and
says the cruellest things. She then expects that I'm
supposed to forget them but they pierce my heart like
daggers. They make me bleed. I constantly tell her
to be careful because they may be the last words
we say to each other and how would you feel then?
She acts like it's no big deal. I sometimes wish
that after she says something mean that I could die
in front of her and then maybe she'd learn her lesson.
Great poem. You are the Edgar Allen Poe of this forum.
The darkness and sadness saturate my screen as I read
your writing.

I don't see why you can't show it to your wife...
Night is blind and the shadow seeks
A weakened heart of one so meek.
The shadow grows through fear and pain
The meek will survive if not so vain.
Let your heart catch the midnight train
Out of the desert and the cold, dark rain.
Into the darkness your heart should peek.
Otherwise it‘s just an ornamental antique.

myquest,
You have a way with words...
Very deep.
This really reached me...
I express to my children all the time to be nice to one another because
at any moment God can take us from this cruel world and we may never
get that last hug or I Love You...