Hidden In Plain Sight: The Story Behind The Night

By Rithika Lyer

I sat on the ledge of my window sill

And looked to the lonely night ever so still

I quietly pulled out my quill to write until

My worry and jitters spill

As I pen down the thoughts that cloud my mind

Tears begin to roll and unwind

For, I have been confined in a world so blind

Please, save me from this plight

And help me fight the forlorn night

Oh! How my heartaches

To kiss goodbye forever my mistakes

I still recall the day my heart pulled its break

Rewarding my trust with a dull lingering ache

I gave him my body, my soul

My everything as a whole

Oh! You silly girl. How foolish of you to let him take control

And ensnare your faithful soul

I nurtured, I cared

I loved him, I declared.

I ran towards him, unprepared

To finally face the grief that we shared.

The sounds of nature blared across the town

But the night wore a rather morose frown.

The sky stood still, bearing the voices of woe

It heard and soaked, not so long ago

The midnight breeze gently brushed my skin

As my body soaked every feeling within.

I put on a brave face in an attempt to brace,

The misery of vile disgrace

I brought upon myself in a rather earnest pace

I did not blame him. I did not hate him

I did not fight him. I did not hurt him.

I yearned for him for, I loved him to my heart's brim

I looked to the sky so dim

Warding away the spirits of the night ever so grim.

Wishing upon stars so many

I voiced my heart and cast a penny

But, our memories of joy and delight have transformed into stones of spite

They mirror my plight

In the gloom that surrounds the night

I loved, I failed

But what of the memories that entailed

Tears veiled my face and grief trailed my grace

But, I shall not accept life's vengeful embrace.

I will resist this sorrow with time until tomorrow

When the early rays of dawn peek through the night

I will strive to revive my lost fight

In a desperate attempt to see off my plight

I gather all the might and latch on rather tight

But what of me now,

I shall not fret I vow

I closed my mind with this thought

But my heart remained distraught

But I cannot let my heart get caught

In pity and remorse, it never sought

I quietly put my quill away

And said enough for the day

Keep your sorrows at bay

For the night after today.

I closed my eyes to pray

And fell into the arms of the night so grey

As I gently lay in life's crooked play

By Rithika Lyer