Sometimes in the silent hours

I cannot sleep,

my mind a vortex,

memories and thoughts come unbidden

some make me smile

others make me cry.

 

In the silent hours

this is the darkest time,

times of regret

of words spoken in anger

that can never be unsaid,

pain caused by a

whiplash tongue,

of ignoring the needs, wants of an other.

 

Seeing faces of those you have loved

and lost,

thinking of unborn children

of words spoken truthfully,

of love torn apart by

race, culture

envy, greed, despair.

 

Thoughts of meeting again,

of making it real,

dreams, only dreams

never to be fulfilled,

I hope I can sleep tonight,

no thoughts or memories unbidden,

just dreams.