Day and Night

"Daddy? Mommy? Are you home?

Who's the man holding mom's hand?
Who's the girl behind you?
When are you going home?"

I ask and ask in my dreams at night.
When I wake up, I forget my light.
Day breaks through the once dark skies.
Here goes another day of lies.

Crowded. Filled. And never alone.
I only see two colors in day the most.

The first two hue that made the world.
Is all I see from the surveillance I bore.

As the sky change to the eventide.

I went home to drop the curtains.
I ignored the turbulence in the kitchen.
And dreamed of chronology and merriment.

But as I stay I started to lose.
My sanity? drifting away. 
My dreams were too easy for me to control.
Was there something that planned this?

My hysteria rises with every passing time.
I felt the glass panes crack and break.
Yet I see darkness to my brain.

It's the end isn't?

My presence faded.
A note replacing.
"If I had not only but stayed, search and solve.
I could have live on."

"Fantasy. So easy to control. 
Yet it controls you.
Reality. So challenging to dominate. 
Yet the gratification and exhilaration"

The day and night.
Is what symbols the two.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"My presence faded.
A note replacing.
"If I had not only but stayed, search and solve.
I could have live on." "

Wow. I like this a lot. Bravo...Pen on...:)......................

[TheSearcher]

Thnk YOU. I tend to have my nightmares be my dreams.

[Sami Khalil]

Ok. You are welcome...:)......

[Coyote Poetry]

A wild journey into your words. The mind can test us.
"Fantasy. So easy to control.
Yet it controls you.
Reality. So challenging to dominate.
Yet the gratification and exhilaration"
Night and day. Easy to run into each other. Reality, dreams, dead-ends and hope weaken. Hard to find reasons to face the day. I liked the poem. Made me want to write and think. I believe we must find our way to real daylight away from the circle. You control your life and we must leave the trash behind. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Coyote

[TheSearcher]

Thnks for the review. Life is the hardest game this gamer is playing through.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and you are welcome.