A cold night

A cold night

A Poem by Cyike Myers
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A short little something about a person that has been heart broken and visted by a peace bearer

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For the twas the night that all was silent not even the sound of a clock ticking could be heard.  The mildness of the air can be smelled and cuts through like a dull knife.  Shivering you cold and bring you to your knees.  Then tears begin to pour down your face as the cold night hinders over you.  For is this the night that the death bearer is upon on you.  Maybe this is just a cold night though it is summer time and the breeze should shroud you in a warm embrace.  Just then the face of the reaper appears in your head laughing out.  The screeching sound of his whimper can be heard around the galaxy for all to hear.  It shatters the night sky.  Pieces of the sky begin to rain down on earth like a fire storm.  Is this the end of time are the ripples of time slowing down and coming to a halt.  Maybe this is just your mind tricking you.  For this is the night you have been broke down and hurt once again by the one they call cupid.  For his arrows are deadly but can also bring peace.  Many have died because of his arrows though they still walk on the planet there cold and dead inside.  For is this the night that time stops and the world crumbles or are you imagining it.   For i do not know I'm not in your head or soul.  I'm just a watcher. Watching time slow down around you and the night sky falling around you.  Feeling the rumble that comes from underneath you that shakes the earth to its very core.  So has cupid killed another soul tonight.  He has killed me many moons ago but his death is not forever just a paralyzing spell.   The wave you send off you as you sit there and cry knocks me over and brings tears to my wet less eyes.  So is this the night that fades to the sun coming to an end. Maybe it is just the cries of me to you that is brighting your surroundings and rising the sun above you.  For my cries to you are of the arc angels to bring cheer and peace.  For I'm the peace bearer.   I work hand and hand with the reaper, cupid, and other players in the game the call life.  So are you hearing my cries or is it just the sunrise.  For i can not tell I'm blind but i sense you getting brighter as i sit here on this mountain top looking down at you.   So is this the night you die or is it the night you are reborn.  For i can not tell I'm not in your head or your soul only you can know what this night.  is.  For I'm just a lonely peace bearer watching over the world bring peace to all that i can.  So as this night fades now I'm going sit here and watch over you.

© 2008 Cyike Myers


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Cyike Myers
Cyike Myers

Gilman, IL



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I'm a 22 inspiring writer. I write porse and poems and some just rants. I'm looking to get my stuff reviwed and/or read. Thank you for your time much love and peace. more..

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