Turn out the lights, <br />Blow out the sun, <br />For seeing causes my body much pain. <br />Send the choir from the trees, <br />Silence all joy and fun, <br />It's enough to drive me from the valley of the sane. <br /> <br />Half dressed I sigh, <br />No words can I speak, <br />A throat too dry, a mind too blank. <br />No movement can come, <br />From a body so weak, <br />To escape from the bottle in which I sank. <br /> <br />Alone I lie, <br />A familiar sight, <br />A familiar feeling, a familiar falling. <br />Since she spread her wings, <br />and on one's own took flight, <br />On a journey I'm forever stalling. <br /> <br />For self pitty and loathing <br />Is the path I chose, <br />Shadows and reflections catch my wasted breath. <br />But deep within my breast <br />A heart still glows, <br />Enough at present to keep my door from death. <br /> <br />Six seasons have gone, <br />And still I lay, <br />In the comfort of my living tomb. <br />Promising like yester eve, <br />Morrows the day, <br />She will return and life will resume.<br /><br />C.W. James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-consumed-by-the-nights-shadow/
