The black dawn rises Silently from the East As the cold day opens Revealing misery The death night passes Quickly without a trace As noon takes over This time forsaken race
The sun burns slowly or so it seems But life is going By you in between
The evening comes Like a tiger on the prowl and old age Puts lines upon your brow The twilight whispers Agonizing screams As the sandman blisters Your mind with his dreams
The black crow watches With wise and narrow eyes He knows what's hiding In our souls Is sorrow in disguise
Brilliant sense of time throughout this poem, 'death night passes', 'twilight whispers', 'old age', 'noon'. I wonder who the 'you' is you are speaking to in the poem, it sounds like you are accusing them of wasting their life away 'but life is going/by you inbetween', which is very interesting and well displayed by the use of time. And you use stunning imagery, 'sandman blisters', and 'twilight whispers'.
Brilliant sense of time throughout this poem, 'death night passes', 'twilight whispers', 'old age', 'noon'. I wonder who the 'you' is you are speaking to in the poem, it sounds like you are accusing them of wasting their life away 'but life is going/by you inbetween', which is very interesting and well displayed by the use of time. And you use stunning imagery, 'sandman blisters', and 'twilight whispers'.
listen i have showed you love and mercy, I am not I am not black, I have told you i enjoy your writing, and just showed you sympathy of your pain due to the abortion..I am not dark, I am not the anti christ, you are just a bitter jealous woman that can not have a man who does not love her..you are blaming something that is not my fault..you can not force someone to love you sm