A poem about the feelings of love and loss triggered by insomnia.
The wind blows and howls all night long
I'm always awake and alone all night long
I'm the forgotten bard singing a song
I'm the silence before ringing the gong
I'm the violence that makes you cry
Inside fires burn me that make me die
I watch the stars and the sun interrupts
My soul is what the dream corrupts
If I was an apple I'd be rotten to the core
I bring the cold fear for what's in store
Everyday gets old and it never ends
Every night is a torture just to exist
Nighttime comes and takes me away
To a play where the suffering come to play
All they can say is the names of their loves
All they can do is play games of love alone
All they can see is a future of pain and suffering
All I can do is torture myself with your image
That last line sums up all of the pain a heart can endure. I'm sorry you were inspired to write this.