h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

something that came to me, please don't worry


drip drip drip
the rain falls harshly against the window as the shutters rattle in the wind
a siren blearing in the night, forgotten already past
starless sky black like ink fallen on a page freshly spilt and spreading
spreading always through the world through my heart
alone....
alone I sit and wait for the return of that bright light
carried only by those I love and none other
and yet I strive to fill the void,
reaching always to something else some momentary joy,
perhaps this is why I sit in silence all avenues been trodden down
still empty and waiting
when will my vigil end?
and then suddenly again I see against the sky a light
and my soul feels the joy it brings wanting to hold it evermore
yet knowing to do so would but smother it
restlessly I pace trying ever to capture it's wondrous smile
it's joyous laughter
and yet I worry is my heart stained by that ink black drop?
is my happiness my own?
if I call out will my desire answer or will I be left,
again alone
again sitting staring at that starless sky of darkness,
in solitude the heart of man does not belong
lonely, weary, and cold

Anthea

Nice poem, a candidate for The Post.

It creates an atmosphere. Which is surely what you want in a poem.