The Fall of the Night Owls

11-16-10

The glorious days and the horrific both end the same way

A darkness unsettling and comforting all the same

The revelers commiserate in bars while the ashamed pray

These nightly flights from reality are pitiful all the same

Each a sojourn to consecrate

To create solace from shame

 

Predawn sweats and frantic thoughts are commonplace

For some the darkness is the revealer of loss and pain

Cutters break skin and the anxious look for new pills to take

As if from either a desolate peace they could obtain

Each desperate to replace

Minds polluted and stained

 

These are the night owls, not by choice but necessity

What lies in dreams is frightful enough to keep them from rest

Each is in the greatest fight of life, to find elusive glee

Others may know it, but to the owls it is theoretical at best

Still resolute to believe

They will find happiness

 

Bottles, pills, and razors

Momentary erasers

Memories are our legends

And we know how they end

Happy, sad, or otherwise

They all end in our demise

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

Remarkable poem! I love how alluring the words in this poem are. It makes me so drawn into it! Great work!!