Night

The night is lonely
    it's been forsaken by the day
  a day once well now turned bitter with sorrow
           all well
  well...near
       at least there was no tearing of the soul
  not during the day
it had been less than atrocious
          slow and off
  but with only mild pounding between the ears
      the day was not at all as bad as possibility could have caused...
this though
   dark
       secluded
     awake without cause
wonder
        nervousness and unease
 alone
        the most feared and hated of all feelings
    "alone"
        the word itself enough to stain and damage
                      the most durable of mental and emotional fabric
  the darkness all consuming
          darkness....
   not only physical...
             darkness everywhere
 dear God make it go away
          the wrenching ache of the heart
  the sadness of the soul
     no, the day has gone
              night has fallen and it has fallen hard
  not settling, but crashing and washing over
       oh the horrors of night
  the horrors of night...
                 when will it ever fade?
   this is unknown...
              night may pass quickly...
   but it may also linger on far past welcome...
curs-ed night...
             as the bright blue slowly fades
         to a lifeless gray, a wonder is heard on the air
 why?
           never may any know
 vitality drops to the shallowest of forms
         even the faded blue's gray fades
 night...
    night comes and night takes away...

Reviews

[Brittany]

Visually stunning.

I love your composition in this piece, and especially the lines-

"alone"
the word itself enough to stain and damage
the most durable of mental and emotional fabric

Your portrayal of night is insightful, and the foreboding in this poem is amazing. Very well done.

[Cassandra D.]

I really enjoyed reading this poem.

[Rachel DeHart]

I really like this. A lot. Wonderful as always..