Night and Day

A poem dedicated to the struggles of love, of change, and so much more. (Open to interpretation)

Solid white, endless night, They clash at the river’s end
one hot, one cold, two people, two spirits, not willing to bend
for our sake or for the world around us, all falling apart
and we can’t see anything, not even their wounds, scars on our hearts

An inescapable maze, always running, always waiting
on the other to make our move, speak our minds
Holding onto a relationship possibly worth saving,
Two hearts move forward, not stopping to look behind

All we see is pain when looking back
anguish, hate, fear, and so much more that we don’t want to face
our hardened hearts, turned cold, defensive, and black
we run away, seeking shelter, our only safe place

I push, you pull, we’re ever in an eternal dance
only to find that there is no room to breathe
where is the love, the passion, the intoxicating romance
it held us together, tore us apart, causing us to bleed

And yet we still seek it, here, now, we stand
ready to give It our all just once , this last time
to speak throughout hearts, a whisper, not a demand
so that we may learn to live, to love, easing our restless minds

I’ll hold on, against my judgment, to see that freedom once more
I’ll do anything, reach out to you, cross this barricade
the one we built those years ago, with hearts stubborn to the core
so that we can change the past, wash away the stains, the mistakes made

I feel your breath, so close, so warm, easing over my skin
The sound of silence coming forth in waves, ringing in our ears
The night is won, we’re free at last, the end a prize to win
but the morning comes and you’re not here, the proof is in my tears

You’re lost to me, have been for so long, heart cold and misplaced
I’ve tried to reach you time and time again, but fall back, uncertain
of how you are, where you’ve been, if our memories have been erased
because I can’t see past your invisible mask, can’t lift time’s dusty curtain

I need you now as I needed you then, desperate to hold onto our past
and in my desperation, I scream, your name, steel daggers impaled
within my shattered heart, my hopes, my dreams too good to last
because you’re gone, always will be, you’ve changed, and I’ve failed

Author's Note

This poem may relate to many different things. I didn't have anything specific in mind hen writing it, and it is not from personal experience.

Reviews

[Kaylee]

I enjoyed this. The contrast is very nice. Sometimes I write random poetry too, that doesn't relate to myself. I think the words are simply inside of me and I should share them, whether they are personal or not. Great Poem. You should review some of my work, if you don't mind. :)

[DreamWeaver 2154]

Most if not all of my works on here are not from personal experience :) I enjoy writing, creating stories in my mind, and sharing them so that people can see what they want in them :) Working on a novel and short story (possibly turned mini novel) right now.

[Kaylee]

Me too, but I mostly write poetry. I start writing stories, but they turn into poems. And that's awesome. You're a great writer. :)

[DreamWeaver 2154]

I've never really thought of myself as a writer. I've always thought I was going to do something else but then I just started writing again, letting everything just pour out into a word document or on pape. It was so easy... I didn't think this kind of thing was easy. Going to remove some stuff dealing with my mini novel and repost the current stuff I have :) Thanks for reading, much appreciated.