Thoughts and Tears of the Night's Late Hours - Poem

The following poem was composed just seconds before I wrote this introduction. I had a concept to work with and use as my foundation, based on a randomly selected song title I saw. I wrote the opening stanza on my phone, before moving over to my computer to finish the full writing and developing process of the piece, which is something I sometimes do, as I believe the computer space allows for a easier experience.

While writing, I had no title, that came after the poems' completion. I just let the concept that I had continue to build-up in my mind, and I typed and thought up each line as I went along.

As the words began to come forth, the stanzas began to take its shape andthe concept continued to materialize, blossom and grow, until finally it was all done and ready to be given a title, which in this case is, "Thoughts and Tears of the Night's Late Hour". I felt that this title, as self-explanatory as it is, was the best one I could give the completed piece.

Anyhow, with this introduction out of the way, I invite you to step in to the world of this poem, immerse yourself in the emotion, the story and connect in your own way to the story.

Have a wonderful Shabbos, my friends,

All the best,

Yitzy Schweitzer

Thoughts and Tears of the Night's Late Hours - Poem

Late night, drowning in darkness,

Lying awake, wishing to drift away,

Into comfort, a sleep of peace,

But my thoughts, they have a lot to say.

Exile becomes stronger, still trapped in chains,

Confusion and despair, our streets have lost their light,

Childhood, is but ripped away from us,

Smiles and laughter, are now but empty noise and silence.

What of us, has become?

Why our spark, have we lost?

Where has our happiness, disappeared to?

Why our warm heart, now covered in cold frost?

These thoughts, find home in my mind,

As night moves on, another hour passes,

Yet still, sleep has not come,

As I lay awake, wondering, if it is all worth it.

Each day, hopes are crushed, smiles fade into invisible,

Hoping we are, for freedom, our home,

Yet darkness, it grows, making appear friendly, the face of evil.

As I lay awake still, at the latest of hours,

A faint weeping, I can hear,

Almost silent, yet its sound is true,

Whispers of sorrow, quietly come through clear.

I rise softly, to go find that voice,

To tell him, despite my own questions, it will be alright,

I may not know, of what is to come,

But despite the questions and fears, I know G-d will stand with us through this night.

Suddenly, I realise, I cannot find that voice,

It must have been a dream, or perhaps, no... wait, I still hear it clearly,

It becomes clear, in a second I understand,

That crying voice I heard, was not anyone.. other than me.