Poem #8

It’s another quiet night,

You’re not here to take my hand

This makes a long night

Difficult to endure

Electronic voices take your place

It’s a pale comparison

Sometimes the silence is preferable

But this brings the thoughts

Some are welcome fiction

Others are interminable

At times they flow

Driving one thought after another

Difficult to contain the flood

Those are the times i crave a stimulant

Smoking away years of my life

Anything to gain focus

To slow things down

Bringing one into play at a time

Or drowning them out

Desperately clinging to a few

Searching for creativity

Among the throng

Sorry but i must go

I must seek calm

Hopefully you will be back soon

A pleasant distraction

From the alone times