Night Creeps In...
in through darkness sweet,
shadows grow across the floor.
beguiled with splendour,
of what, I can't be sure.
night creeps in like tired ladies,
and soft, alone, unsure.
for the fuel to feed it,
pain that still remains so pure.
broken hearts and lovesick men,
tell you stories, oh so true.
pain of loss remains unspoken,
shattered hearts I've known a few.
have tried so hard not to remember.
I watch this candle flicker,
pain with glowing ember.
by Suzi Bateman
Work can be found on The Writers Voice