The veil of darkness comes to me,
a shadow from tall towers.
I realize my loneliness
in the midnight hours.

Faint voices they do torture,
scenes from my days gone by.
Life is a ride of highs and lows,
sometimes I want to die.

Tears of acid drain from my eye’s
burning down my cheek.
The wouldda,couldda,shouldda’s
makes my future bleak.

I’m told the morning brings new hope
from Him and his only Son.
Sometimes I have but only faith
when my day is done.

But here again I lay awake
sins of the flesh consume me.
I wipe away what’s left behind,
my one and only worry.

Wishing there was another way,
not just to sit and cower.
I lately only have these times
in the midnight hour.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards