With Sorrow, And Into The Night!

With Sorrow, And Into The Night!

A Poem by A.r. Bazian
"

mumbling words! no idea what i was thinking of! i'm in a bad situation right now... thats probably what i was thinking of!

"

 

With Sorrow, And Into The Night!

 

The Violence…

Of the night!

Of what's out of sight!

 

The violence of a choice…

I do not understand!

The fatal remains of a thought…

And a life never planned!

What more is out there?

Waiting for me…

More pain?

More sorrow?

What?

More love?

A dream…

About tomorrow?

The day after…

And of  thorns drenched in my back?

 

Of a lonely bird…

What does he lack?

Not to fly with his flock…

Are they never coming back?

 

The winter…

In which I belong

Dragging whatever's left of my lively corpse…

And trying to sing a song!

When the time we have

comes to its end…

and the moment of truth…

comes along!

You know you have to choose!

In both ways you're going to lose!

 

How hard it is to make a dream come true…

when your figures are from the past…

And you're struggling to get through!

 

You want to run…

Do you know what I mean?

I have the heart to run…

You have no idea what I've seen!

In my journey of terrors…

Things are never what they seem!

Cowardly…

I want to run!

I want to hide…

Behind the sun!

I'm through…

With a life that’s almost begun!

I'm through…

with living under the gun!

 

But how the silence stalks my way…

And I wake up while nothing has changed!

Comforting myself…

Its just a dream!

Of a thorn in my back…

And of a future unseen!

 

I'm still facing the crossroad…

 

I cant look back!

I cant walk away…

'til I understand the pain of loss…

If I one day decide to cross…

Or the glory of sacrifice…

And how it would feel

To pay the price…

Of what is real!

 

So I step…

Into the forest…

Under the cover of night!

Until dawn awakes…

And stalls…the sun!

With a blackness so bright…

With sorrow…

I ascend…

From darkness…

Into the night!

 

Sleep…

Meet again we might!

Sleep…

Mind not the fight!

Sleep…

And fade…

Into light!

 

Sleep…

Walk… with sorrow on your side…

And into the night!

 

By: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

© 2008 A.r. Bazian


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Incredible writing... dramatic, painful, tragic...

You're another writer who can weave poetry with emotions and end with not only wonderful words, but a skilfully created picture of utter sadness.

God willing there are smiles to be found in the future.

Thank you for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow.
I'm stunned anew by the power your words hold. I can barely string a sentence together.
Wow.
Woop! Go you! Another great poem.
^_^

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Solomon said we do not learn as much from the house merry times as much as from the house of mourning. I like the line with "moment of truth". deep inside we all know that moment is coming. Will there be enough mercy for us to make it through that is the question. Good write with some very wise observation.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Amman/Salt, Middle East, Jordan



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