THE NIGHT CARED LESS

The night gradually got old
and boredom became bold.
The bed's temperature was cold
and there was no one to hold.

Loneliness lingered with pride;
I was actually taken on a ride.
My feelings I could not hide;
a victim of solitary's chide.

Night gradually grew older
like the days of a calender.
Morning's destination seemed far.
I was desperately sobber.

My pillow couldn't give comfort
as my tears went back and forth.
My tears I could not abort
as I continuously felt the hurt.

Darkness armed with loneliness
lingered like a game of chess.
I was lost in a romantic mess
and the night candidly cared less.