Hollow Nights

A rather dark lost-love poem written almost two decades ago.

How many nights have I lied and lain
         and cried in vain – for you,
Imprisoned by a drunken state,
         anticipating a far worse fate,
Wallowing in my cell,
         gasping from a sour love’s stench
Contemplating my intoxication from
         life, love or liquor – I know not which.
And I, dressed in black,
         negotiate the hollow night
Screaming demanding prayers
         to give me love or take my life.

And then, the sun rises slowly as a reminder,
         not of the good to come,
         but of the evil unjustly rendered
         upon me by my own hand,
The unfolding day promising more
         pain and suffering, no-where
         near an end.
So, to lessen the hurt in my heart
         and the pain in my head and
         to face the night anew again,
I climb into my once loving,
         now empty bed
To rise with the night and
         cry again for Death.