Somber hours

In the darkest hours

paula robles nettel

Somber hours,
sharp invisible knives
again, you’ve taken him hostage 
to the place we are not allowed.
His blue eyes now bloodshot
invisible tears they cry.

Somber hours
drowning dark abysmal room
let him crawl to the light
We have not stopped touching
the immense doorless wall,
We pat the surface for a crack
trying to let him out.

Somber hours
from the dark corners of his brain 

you tap the destructiveness he seeks
to supress the pain he feels
You miserable mental darkness!
Let him come back,
let him crawl into the light.
Somber hours
You’ll eventually give up
his beauty is more evident
than the unworthy lies

you whisper to his mind.

Somber hours,
We shall wait 

for the doorless wall to fall
his slothful apathy will cease
while the light will fill again
all the spaces in his mind
and we, lovingly, we will mend his heart
patiently, we will not give up.
We will not give up.

To Morten. 

Edited 3.aug.2020