Night

In the inky blackness of the night
You clasp your hands and silently pray
That the vice around your heart so tight
Would quickly unravel and fade away

That somehow things could rewind
That life had an undo function of sorts
That amidst this mess you could somehow find
The ending which you orginally sought

In the enveloping blackness of the night
You wonder if you could have made things better
If you'll ever know whether you were right
Or if anything really mattered

A thousand things you wish to say
The words almost bursting from inside
But you can't, you mustn't, no it wouldn't pay
And again you stem this torrential tide

In the endless blackness of the night
You make up your mind once more
To grieve, but to grieve only until daylight
For burdens of the heart are such wearisome chores

In the soothing blackness of the night...