Torment

I haunt
the dark places
the shadowy recesses
of my tormented mind.
The sun always arrives
eventually
no matter how hard
I try to hide.
Cloudy days
endless evening tide
they don't last
forever.
I creep about
fugitive that I am
trying to prevent the sun
from even sighing upon me.
In the night I am free.
My pale face
luminous like the moon
on a weaker night
as I haunt
ghost like
forever seeking
a peace
I shall never have.
And it's even too late for me
to feel sad.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Gloomy and eerie with a deep sense of sadness. I like the lines 'cloudy days -endless evening tide - they last forever', I get a sense of deeper meaning behind that. To mean it meant the darkness, not matter its source, doesn't last forever. It this context it works for me. Gives a unique feel to the poem. Love this dark poem.

[Eric Cox]

Spooky and very sad.

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

When I read this it is a reminder to me of I felt when I used to enjoy my loneliness and calmness of living at nighttime.
" I creep about
fugitive that I am
trying to prevent the sun
from even sighing upon me. "

"And it's even too late for me
to feel sad."

Those to lines say it all how my nighttime used to let me live the way I chose and it was to late for me to feel sad but in a good way.

very touching.

[Star Wolf]

Very eerie and rather tragic. The darkness that was sort of beautiful too is very intense, awesome poem!

[Liza]

you write what i feel
and i'm sure writing this for you was healing as it was comforting for me reading it

[Wicahpi]

aw . I like this. maybe this is why I work nights :)

[An owl on the moon]

There is a beautifully bittersweet depth in your words... taking us to that place where darkness is the only bright comfort. "I creep about fugitive that I am
trying to prevent the sun from even sighing upon me." What an amazing, emotionally expressive work.

[Jenny Nelson]

Wow! Wonderful dark description. The emptiness, the voice is loud and clear. So solemn and sad. You did a great job linking the night of a day and the night of a soul. Well done!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

My pale face
luminous like the moon
on a weaker night
as I haunt
ghost like
forever seeking
a peace
I shall never have.
And it's even too late for me
to feel sad.


what an ending... amazing...
one can become hardened in the emotional department from the sentimental nerves being crushed by the weight of disappointment.

[Sheila Kline]

Our Lady of the Dark writes yet another memorable piece about the struggles of being part of such gripping events within the context of morbidity!
Nicely done Tina!

[Ladysue]

You wrote this well and I could feel the struggle and the sadness. A dark, but excellent piece...