Children crying in the night
To sounds of merriment
Mother appears to quiet their fears
With a single bag of chips
The sounds are loud then muffled
As the door swings wide then shuts
The people there don’t seem to care
The drunkards and the sluts
The cold of night keeps coming
Through the one thin blanket shared
The younger child’s cries beguile
The older if he dared
To search and tell the Mother
Of the cold consuming fright
Yet like before, there’s only more
Of the cold and endless night
These nights that pass, to the child
Are longer than the days
Of warm sunshine and happy times
The anguish of it stays
The child now grown to man
Is strong and knows no frights
Still deep inside he tries to hide
From cold and lonely nights
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Submission Name: Cold and Lonely Nights
