Child of the Night

I have to wonder now and then

as the dreams I once held divine

Have left me just like other men

to age and wither on the vine

 

Where once I thought that I would be

so much further along in life

Now the dreams that I once could see

so cut me quick just like a knife

 

Perhaps the gods that rule my fate

have turned their backs upon me now

Lacking what I once thought so great

leaves me this truth to disavow

 

Where is the strength that gave men pause

where once I bent life to my will

When I was game for hell and cause

and drank until I'd had my fill

 

Be careful where your shadow cast

as the dimming light pays a toll

The day will come you breathe your last

when you will have to face your soul

 

But then I gaze upon my child

with the strength and the fire to fight

I think of when I was so wild

I shunned the day and loved the night

 

It makes me want to continue

to keep the Hounds of Hell at bay

Push the muscles and the sinew

to wake to face another day 

 

 

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Author's Note

I often think of my own end. It is hard not to feel the hand of time on me. Life has a way of wearing us down. I have outlived my own predictions by many a year. I once thought I would surely meet the end by the time I was thirty. I shall have to console myself with the thought that I might just live to be old lol.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

"It makes me want to continue

to keep the Hounds of Hell at bay

Push the muscles and the sinew

to wake to face another day" This is genious as is the rest of this piece, Always a joy to reada your work but to see it fro a lightly darker perspective than you usualy write is incredible. Been wonderin how your poetry would read with a darker tone to it, now I know that it reads with an ominious note yes but still your positive message remains. It's like a stor cloud with a silver lining, only it's a silver cloud with a grey shadow. Just awesome my friend...

[Tate Morgan]

Yes that is true. What is sad for me is in the loss of my own dreams are all part of the plan of life. It is the child who matters not me. And in him I find my own purpose. If i can give him a boost on his own dreams Looking past my own we both win. In his joy and happiness is my own. Thank you.

[Tate Morgan]

Yes you are only one of two you and Deron Alexis Are the only two to grasp the depth of this poem. Perhaps because you have a new child.One day this will be your truth too.

[Angie G]

This poem for me.. makes me realize how youth makes you lose control.. to be wild, to be free, to come n go with no fear.. but once you have something to live for such as our children you realize how foolish your actions were at that moment. Maturity comes with fears, and we now realize life is worth living and cherishing for time seems to be less for us as we grow older. I really enjoy your work Tate, thank you for sharing so much talent.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you how humbling Yes it is true with youth went my reckless abandon

[WILDERNESS]

Splendid, astounding poetry ....................... form one of the best poets on the cafe. Keep the hands close to your chin and go on fighting........................ bless you man.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Sir It is fond regret that I mark the passing of the years and with it the youth and strength that once led my soul

[WILDERNESS]

its the soul thats meant to grow strong while the body withers away............... as we discover God and understand life.............. i think.

[FlamingPhoenix]

This is such a beautiful tribute to you and yours! I enjoyed the read very much as it was beautifully penned. You may think Frieda for my visit!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you so much I am sorry this took so long to reply to

[FlamingPhoenix]

Not a problem and you are most welcome.

[Ravyne Hawke]

An enjoyable read.. I know what you mean about meeting the end at a certain time.. I keep thinking 50 and will be surprised if I do indeed make it then. Two more years and we will find out. I may just have to resolve that I may grow old too.. lol. Great poem, Tate. Wonderful to see you writing.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you lori So nice to see you again

[Ravyne Hawke]

Thanks Tate.. good to see you again as well, dear.

[prachi prangya agasti]

nice lines.... and well penned... keep it up

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you for reading my work

[Tai Ryens]

Within this piece I hear the quip of a person who has, quite simply, had enough of life and what it dares to throw at them. Fate has so long been the antagonist of said person that they simply do not perceive any reason to continue fighting because fate has given such an unlucky hand of cards, yet the same person again discovers the excitement of life in the eyes of someone that hasn't lived even nearly long enough to harbor feelings even remotely alike to the person, and this discovery incites memories of when life was astoundingly blissful. Well portrayed.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you May we all find the joys of life that were once the memories of childhood Thank you

[jdr / Jennifer]

I hope that we all live to be old. Especially with your talent Tate, I don't want to even think of a time that I can not open up my laptop or pick up a book and read your beautiful, amazing, brilliant way with words. It's been a while since I've been interacting on this site, (off & on) since my mother passed. I've been writing, but not very involved. & life is already too short, that we must never give up, never give in and see where this journey takes us. You writing is an inspiration that motivates us all to be better writers and want more out of our works. Thank you for sharing this deep, emotional, intricate piece.

But then I gaze upon my child
with the strength and the fire to fight
I think of when I was so wild
I shunned the day and loved the night

It makes me want to continue
to keep the Hounds of Hell at bay
Push the muscles and the sinew
to wake to face another day

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you for coming over today I am always happy to see you

[jdr / Jennifer]

Thank you for sharing your amazing talent-

[jackie]

wonderful poem tate, sorry for your lost

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I will get through it

[Angel]

I surely never expected to be 60!
And yet, this October, I will be 64!!
Will they still need me...will they still feed me??

I have come to the conclusion that life is like this tremendous game we are all playing...about the time we think we have all the rules figured out and we know just what we're supposed to be doing...
The game is over...

[Tate Morgan]

Just go with it Fake it i do lol

[Angel]

I've been doing that for approximately 60 years now...it's worked so far...

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Lacking what I once thought so great

leaves me this truth to disavow

Every line is so masterfully crafted, and I felt goosebumps rush up my skin as I read your last few lines. Children are the most important, innocent, loving beings that god has granted upon us, and they do indeed make us strive on and on. This poem is so pure and beautiful, one can't stamp a number on such beauty.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you it came directly from my heart to everyone elses