Broke

 

I relish the darkness of the night,

Its cloying blackness like a friend

who will not leave you till the end

and walks behind you, out of sight.

 

The solemn fading of the light

covers the cracks that will not mend.

I relish the darkness of the night,

it’s cloying blackness like a friend.

 

My life was always fresh and bright,

a silver sixpence, yet to spend

until, bankrupt, we could not fend.

You left, we didn’t even fight.

I relish the darkness of the night.