Night

 

Tears that fall like raindrops,
an endless stream of heartache and pain.
Each night, as darkness falls,
I'm haunted by the weight of my sorrows.

My pillow becomes a confidant,
absorbing the overflow of my tears.
The silence is palpable,
as my soul cries out in agony.

The world around me fades away,
leaving me alone with my pain.
Memories flash before my eyes,
reminding me of all that I've lost.

Each tear is a release,
a cathartic release of emotion.
I cry until I am exhausted,
exhausted from the weight of my grief.

But somehow, in the morning light,
the world feels just a little lighter.
The tears may have stained my cheeks,
but they have cleansed my soul.

And so I cry myself to sleep,
night after night, in a never-ending cycle.