Hell!

Often in cold lonely night,
When pain is turning
side to side.
Soaking into the chest of pillow
a ocean of tears,
Screaming screaming
creases of the bed
asking the reason of my despair.
Clothes are drenched
and bones are chilled,
shivering shivering
with confusion my head is filled.
Heart is heavy
breathing slow,
slipping slipping down below.
Is there a bottom of this well?
It must be hell,
It must be hell!

Sitting in the dark

Sometimes....
sitting in the dark
when heart goes numb,
memories hesitate to come.
Sitting in the dark....
I can hear
returning footsteps,
weeds and cobwebs.
Let me cry on your shoulder
just for a while,
few more days
I wouldn’t complain
of unheard knocks
or unwalked mile.
Sometimes....
sitting alone in the dark......