Wild World.

In my darkness I live

Night being my only companion

Through which I seek my sanctuary

To live, seems only for dreamers

In my dreams I find only remorse

For people, I shed no tears

My justice, I am executioner

No hoping for everlasting peace

For the eternal

It finds only hope.

Reviews

[Carola]

well written, but rather unforeseen.... a bit dark & gloomy poem, i had expected something a bit happier about nature, trees or animals. at least hope is around the corner.

[Pryde Foltz]

The theme around this place tonight seems to be finding light in the darkness or in this case acceptance and then hope in the acceptance. A bit of a pattern I think for most of us. Insightful write, Paul:)

[Paul Bell]

It's that time of year again.

[barleygirl]

Love how your title summons song lyrics (re: Jacob's first line) . . . I think of "wild" as being on the side of having fun. But your poem took me in an unexpected direction, as I put myself into the shoes of some chronically-blue young writers I read regularly here at the cafe. There is definitely a darker wild lurking & you describe it hauntingly, albeit briefly, which I admire . . . I saw a lot of my own nighttime lurkings in this (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

This take you back to the dark days, Margie.
I try to never go back but sometimes it falls on you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

:oooo baby, baby it's a wild world...hard to get by just upon a smile"

but then smiles aren't seen in the dark....especially when dreams go sour and we are snoring frowns...
stripped of hope.
Life seems to be doing this to a lot of us these days, I'm afraid.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Must be the dark nights coming in, making us all a bit morose.