PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The night cries as I hold myself up
Losing the ones I loved for so many years
and these fears keep clenching onto my soul
like the holes in my heart longing to close
but it wont happen 'till I'm so old I could die
with a tear coming down my eye
"I love you all" would be my last words
like a story I once heard that made me cry
It was about this guy who always felt like a child
losing his favorite toy, youth slipping away day after day
'Till all he had left was his memories and pain
but never wanting to show them because of how stupid he'd look
heart exposed like the pages of an old book
sitting on the shelf in an old house, wishing and hoping
that what's trapped inside would come out
now I feel what it would be like
when all those around you have died
and all that's left are those nights I cried
dreading that this would happen