a different kind of night

06/2013

there is not enough light left

for me to find my way back home

               a different kind of night

thickens, immobilizing me

bringing me face to face 

with your abdicated ghost

tuning my deprived ears

to the saddest of songs

                a different kind of silence

that only rakes at the coals

from the perpetual fire that burns

underneath my heart

                the trees here are barren

desolate in their height 

they reach out dead limbs

soaking up the air

that remains in a nuclear sky

there is not enough nutrients

left for you and for me

Reviews

[Tennessee]

This environment you spoke of, sounds so familiar. I can see it and hear this silence within. I can almost see the black eyes glaring at me from this place. The warmth is gone and the silence is all that remains. A kind of fight to the death as it were.

You look so well into your most deep and inner pains, that this speaks volume,
There is no better way to translate it as you do in poetry.

You never skipped a bit, of your style, and perfection...
I felt in thoughts, through your words, you made me walk through "Tsjernobyl" and
I couldn't breathe, that's how good you are!!!

- Elisa

[Nath]

I like your description of this environment so hostile to life. Kind of how life itself may seem sometimes. Kind of made me dread the future in which mankind has successfully destroyed the planet they need to live. Hope the day doesn't come.
Great write though!

[Kenneth The Poet]

What happens when the warm bodies become completely cold.