Begging for the Darkness

A Free Verse Poem by Naomi Ward

I am tired down to the marrow.

Tired in places words cannot reach.

Tired of waking up

and finding the sorrow waiting for me.

I have cried so many tears

that I sometimes wonder

what remains inside me.

I want the noise to stop.

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The memories to stop.

The ache to stop calling my name.

I am begging.

Begging for an end to the hurting

that follows me from room to room.

Begging from my recliner,

the coffee gone cold,

the water waiting beside me.

I want that darkness.

The one that asks nothing of me.

© 2026 Naomi Ward