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

[Katrina Mckeown]

An unexpected poem going by your title... I thought it was going to be to do with wildlife and wilderness! Dreamers come out to play more at night, artists of paint music and poetry often find the calm night air excites them to write! The Night being their only companion!
Interesting poem.

[Paul Bell]

The night does bring out the unexpected. Think I was out in the wilds when I wrote it.

[Pradnya]

Paul,
very well written, 'i loved that night is my companion ' and , only for dreamers'. thanks for sharing.

Pradnya

[Paul Bell]

Thanks, Pradnya. A bit dark I think.

[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.

[Paul Bell]

Is rather gloomy. Must be a winter thing.

[Carola]

aha! you must live in the northern hemisphere.
where i live on the gold coast we are in a hot & humid summer.
i think it's harder to be gloomy when you're staying inside with air conditioning to keep yourself cool .

[Paul Bell]

Definitely don't need air conditioning. lol

[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.