Dark Night

We search for truth, through pain, looking for a sign.

Looking up

trying to conjure amazement,

the stars flashing

blinding frantic accounts

warning, warning

 

I blink and look

at the pretty lights,

rail at the pain, the hunger

the nothing,

watching for the sky

to drop

a sign

big enough

for a child

to see

 

The cool breeze, whispering

envelopes me,

dries lines of salt tinged paths

laced with grace insufficient

and justified

by the blaring

ominous silence

I hear

 

I return

to the night

by the path

I’ve taken every day,

through the fence

I sat on as a child

and into the house

where I was born,

into the black hall

I ran from terrified,

hearing voices,

is anyone there?

Is there

Anyone

there?

 

 

 

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I wonder about the voices in the last stanza. This narrator could be hearing the voices of unhappy, bickering parents which children often try mightily to put themselves out of earshot from. Or the voices could be internal ... calling the narrator to a great and accomplished future.

But either way, the description of the night is absolutely stunning.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This poem is as honest an account as I have ever written about losing my faith.

[Sean M. Addams]

i liked this piece the alot the imagery aned flow were great in this and i like the whole mood of this piece ..overall i thought you did a great job on this... a very superb piece!!!

[J.P. Bristow]

again your use of words paints an incredible picture and provokes thought and emotion---fantastic write!

[Gus McFarland]

Hello Misty. Browsing thought the writers of this site I found your name. I must admit, just the name somehow told me I should come see some things that you had written. I don't know why the name had that effect. Misty? It just sounds peaceful to me.

So, here I am. Reading this provocative work. I think the piece is full of passion. The style is wonderful.

"I return to the night by the path I've taken every day"

This is striking. each reader will likely bring their own thoughts into what is said here. I am certain that I have. I think the entire piece is very well written. Now, I must move ahead. I see you have many more waiting to be read.

Gus

[AK]

This is so delicately written, so rich and personal. Beautifully done, really.

[Thunderlyrics]

I like how you vividly took us through this poem. Well done

[ICE]

I love to just lay outside in the cool night air and just look up at the stars. The begining reminded me alot of those times.

"The cool breeze, whispering

envelopes me,

dries lines of salt tinged paths

laced with grace

and justified

by the blaring

ominous silence

I hear,"

There is a sadness here that you portrayed beautifully! This is an amazing piece of work! Thank you for sharing it!