I liked the thoughts and the journey in the words.
"In the dead of the night
I travel alone
The sad and weary road
That leads to nowhere "
I understand the above lines. Sometime nowhere is where we need to be. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
"In the dead of the night
I travel alone
Through the valley of fears
And the river of sorrow "
This stanza seems to be written specially for me! I feel the same way as you do, all of it is true!
not only the stanza but the whole poem!
In the dark, all the thoughts just scramble up in the head, and it feels like there's this person in your head who is forcing you to be depressed and remember your past!
great one!
Edit, edit, edit. "A sand and weary tune?" "The rirver of sorrow?" Never put up anything but your "A" game.
That aside, it's too much the "dismal damsel poem that you find in so many high school lit mags, with the message, "Love is pain, life is pain, all is futility." An example of that is here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQMGsxG73wQ
sooo beautiful.... i have felt like this so many times and this sticks to me so well. i like the melancholic atmosphere. it's like i can see blue and hear trains as i read it. so captivating.
Well the atmosphere, the vibes that you have created here express the sadness and despondence vividly and deeply. There is one typing error- you've got the spelling of river wrong. Then there's one grammatical error- in the second line of the last stanza, it must be "whispers" instead of "whisper".
Speaking otherwise, this piece is quite amazing and the feeling of loneliness is expressed in the way it must be. Great work. Keep writing.
I think this is kinda like a tribute to all those nocturnal beings like Alice, myself and I can certainly assume you, Blakheart. May our continued journey through this sad and weary road be one filled with excitement and adventures enough to make sure that the light yet to come becomes bearable.
This is a great piece. I enjoyed it.
P.S There's a typo in last line of the first stanza.
In the dead of night is when our thoughts get the loudest and hearts get the weariest, isn't it? Accurate representation of a human being still awake at 3am unable to sleep (i.e. me).