Echoes of the night.

In the shadows where the silence screams,
Dwells a realm beyond our darkest dreams.
The moonlight pales, the stars retreat,
As night unfolds its cold conceit.

Whispers echo in the void,
Promises of light destroyed.
The air grows thick with sorrow's breath,
A chilling dance with silent death.

Forgotten souls in shadows creep,
Haunting memories, secrets keep.
Eyes like hollow pits of night,
Void of mercy, void of light.

Hope here fades to black,
No way forward, no way back.
Despair, a cloak that binds the heart,
Shattered dreams, all torn apart.

Yet in this abyss, a truth we find,
In every shadow, a twisted mind.
Embrace the darkness, let it in,
For only then, can light begin.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like that idea of a conceited night...But eventually the sun shines again and the night meets his match.
I wonder if all poets are twisted minds. It sure feels like that for me.
I like the oxymoron of the silence screams.
and I like Sorrow's breath...
we have to face our worse before we can get better and see the sun again.
j.

[Fairy Khan]

Thank you for your thoughtful comment, J. I appreciate your insights. Indeed, the interplay between night and day can symbolize the balance between darkness and light in our lives. As poets, we often delve into the depths of our emotions, and sometimes that can make us feel twisted. But it's through confronting our sorrows and embracing those silent screams that we can find clarity and growth. Facing our worst moments is a necessary step toward healing and seeing the sun again. Thank you for sharing your reflections.