in the lonely hours
in the sober single fix
time speaks to you
a rattling cancerous hiss
no preoccupation exists
in the lonely hours
a powerless you
in a clocked abyss
walk blind into recall
recount and remiss
in the lonely hours
repaint the once bliss
recover the kindness
the swoon and the kiss
time holds you closer
the envious bitch
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beautiful in bleakness
thank you
So beautifully crafted, that last line caught me by surprise.
This lonely hour threatens to pull me back into the abyss
Where tears fly free and the pain of the soul rules with a fiery iron grip
Where hope is forgotten
And the wings of the heart lose their strength
Where the duration of sorrow’s kiss is unknown
Where the weather is so very cold
Such power
This lonely hour holds