The Tears on My Pillow

The night is still there,
When my eyes stare …..
Through a serene room of bareness,
Where echoes of the past dwell,
As I wiped away,
The tears on my pillow.

The night's hopes banished
When the dreams vanished …..
Through the crisp air of wickedness,
That froze the motion of time,
As I pondered silently,
The tears on my pillow.

The howling night soars,
Through the opened doors …..
Hiding the remorseful looks of a man,
Whose cheeks are dampened,
By the woeful traces of,
The tears on my pillow.

The night brought the rain,
That fails to wash away the pain …..
Instead, overwhelmingly reminds me,
Of the unforgettable melancholic song,
That left permanent stains of,
The tears on my pillow.