Day is Night

Day is Night

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

A nightmare about being alone

"

Deep in thought



What I am none seems to know

my friends leave me by the many

I am the consumption of my dreams

till I find I haven't realized any

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Into the nothing of the noise

surrounding us all the where

A life of waking dreams abides

a living breathing nightmare

___________________________


My days are raging shipwrecks

on the tumultuous waves of life

Scattered as to the four winds

upon the rocks that are my strife

___________________________


I long for the days of childhood

when friends were like my brothers

Strength of virtue crowned my head

loved and untouched by any others

___________________________


Certain purpose was my goal

no question on the morrow

I woke to conscience that was clear

courage and faith I didn't borrow

___________________________


Now the dawn speaks of the dark

closing in upon my soul

With every day I linger on

my life rages out of control






© 2017 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
There are times in life when the dark seems to envelope us and no light can get in.During that time I wrote this.

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What a wonderful picture! Like your poem it has a dark, brooding atmosphere, the gradual extinguishing of the human spirit. I so want to light a candle and have it flicker your thoughts into something lighter.

Grand meter and use of words, sad, sad, sad thoughts and wishes.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Your poem, especially at the beginning, reminds me of John Clare's magnificent 'I Am'. Nicely done.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Thank you Nolo
I love that song. I've always felt it captured the wistful, better than real memory of home (North Carolina). I hear that song, and I can smell a Carolina pine morning carried on the mist at sunrise.

Your poem is a powerful and evocative recollection of good times and joys sliding through our fingers, like sand, into the past. It's melancholy and wistful.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

9 Years Ago

I too love that song and always have it calls to me saying come home Thank you
MomzillaNC

9 Years Ago

yw :)
Very intimate thoughts…
Thanks for sharing…
It is really a nice poem….



Posted 13 Years Ago


Your never really alone Tate. It may seem like it but we come out of the darkness eventually.
Great poem and thanks for sharing.

Kelley

P.S. I love the music with it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow what an intelligent spell--dark but riveting--

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a great poem with good portrayal of the feelings and emotions as you sink into the darkness of despair. It's something everyone can relate to at some point in their life. Well done =)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It seems more longing and in desperation. Makes sense. Good job.
Rain

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not sure if you mean No one or none in the first line. No one reads better, but both make sense. Excellent work. Love the imagery used.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That's an awsome pic, it fits in perfectly with your poem.


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It showed that you were in a dark time in your life when you wrote this. It's a nice poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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