Peace of the Dark

Valorous soldier, Keep fighting! Do not give up!

Although the sun falls, and the dark arises

Upon you - it quickens, and you fall, it seems, into the void

Do not go - do not lose sight, of what is there, shining still

As a dimness, occluded all night

But emerges in the presence of the ebullient light!




Stay hidden - not to yourself

Let everything float aglow

Keep all things, constantly

Floating about, as a thing to know

But go! Go!!!

Move now into the force of the glow

Let the richness of the moment excite you still

Still, do not fall, do not subscribe to the chill

Favorably, look and accept the

bitterness of the pill




Not Me! Not me! Gasping for air

Internal instinct, needing shaping

Moaning in despair; embodying in his form

A critical demeanor; A host existing within

Entering through a person meaner




When I flash back, flash back in

I see myself: I grin, I laugh

I wonder to myself: you're back!

How did you go? why did I feel you gone?

Of what force brings you back?

And of what what force brings you out?



Tired; weak; a strong force in my throat

Tired cries; years gone by----

And still, the struggle unfolds --

And yet, I know and feel - not known

But feel drawn from a place unknown.



A place whose name called long ago

I cant even say! Whose secrecy lives inside!

As a voice, calling back through the annuls of time

Yes - you are, you will be, your mind

Echos back and forth from the sequence of time



A string that pulls me forward; a belief; entering from a place

Hard to discern. But it moves and it grooves

And shapes how I see: my mind directs my mind

Motivating states of how I shall be



Tenderly, tenderly, put to rest this thought

Go to bed, rest your head,

And for the night, exist apart

Give up your fight for life

Rest, rest, in the peace of the dark

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

wow... what a journey you have taken us on with this one.. the inner workings of a damaged, confused, struggling mind.. the way it got that way, how it is, why it is, how to deal.. the scattered pattern of thought and each random one.. this is such a complex task and you have done it so well.. the flow was nice and rhymes add a little intensity.. but there is also an air of playful sprinkled among the dark, heavy subject.. the ending had me scratching my head.. the dark is the last place "peace" is for them.. does this mean they are "giving up the fight for life" as in dying?... you continually entertain, stimulate, and impress me with your writing.. well done!..

[Mike Defreitas]

I think the concept is, at least what I was feeling.....is that amidst the struggle there is the "peace of the dark". Which is to say, in awakeness, the day brings the worries and the challenges; as well as exhaustion, demoralization.

In a sense, peace of the dark means both sleep and death, both of which occur within a context of darkness. For me, it's no wish for death; I have no suicidal wishes. Primarily, it means the "peace of the dark" of sleep. With a secondary meaning, of death. I had the feeling within me that, in suffering, death can seem like a peaceful rest: "the peace of the dark". But this is the secondary meaning. First and foremost, sleep is a kind of "taste" of death. A place where we can find solace and release from the strain - and suffering - of being. Particularly if your waking being can be a difficult place

[AprilRN1210]

For some of us ---sleep----is the something that needs to be escaped... And the least peaceful place but yes I see what you are saying... Again great job

[Mike Defreitas]

Depends on the type of sleep you're having. I guess, in sleep, someone can "suffer" in a nightmare; and that might be painful. On the other hand theres the bliss of a deep sleep. The type of sleep that seems to pass in a flash. Surely, for all of us, that can be construed as a period of peace.

Anyways, thanks again for the interest you show and the time you take to read other peoples work.

I gots to do the same!

[Rache David]

Inner turmoil? Fight against the dark or submit to it?
Very nice poem of a fight and hope... and sometimes.. dark would be our refuge.
I dont know if thats the point of your poem.. yet it's really good..

[Matching Socks]

This seems like such a power struggle of emotions, very intense.
The peace can be found in dreams, in death and in loneliness.
Good write and and I think relatable for anyone who has been through those dark times.

[Lola_Bee]

Incredibly descriptive and touching, what a battle yet a beautiful serene ending. Great piece