In the Night, Then the Day

a poem about some s**t I'm going through.

The pain is strong

As night comes along.

With it, once bright memories

Now turn pale;

Once my heaven,

Now my Hell.

No words to say

My deep pain.

Talk and talk 'till I grow hoarse

And still no words come close.

The night is a pit

Where I dwell in agony.

Alone forever it seems

With, now, nightmares

That once were dreams.

To die would be peace,

To end, to cease.

But, now, what's this?

I start to feel a little strong

As day comes along.

The night's horrors and agonies recede.

Pale isn't bright,

Hell isn't heaven,

Nor nightmares dreams,

But they are beneath,

So it seems.

They are buried under day,

Hours of work and hours of play.

They are down, now, deep.

Only until, though, the sun goes to sleep.

Reviews

[Kyla H]

I love this, it makes you think about the placement of things I suppose. I imagine myself seeing the change from this night time world to the daytime, Amazing read overall.