Depression · Free Write · Poetry · Writing

Last Night

I try to explain with my words

These feelings
The anger, the hurt
But every expression
Comes up short

Some pain is only understood 
In spirit

On quiet nights when
The moon isn’t reaching
In early mornings dawn
And this world
Is still thoughtful

In the place 
Where space meets time
This is where 
I meet your memory

In these places
Where things are seen fully

I wander in and throughout
Waiting for anyone to stop

The day is gray
The sky is hazy

Will I ever find this soul?

I will write a thousand lines
And sing into the morning

Still no one would hear me

I wish I could take all this light
To give you hope in darkness

Lord knows I tried

But now I realize
I cannot make it right