Black Sunrise

Black Sunrise

A Poem by Vin

Midnight comes with the stars and a chill
Hoping that someone can make it outside.
The darkness is ever so inviting, but
That's not the reason I went outside tonight.

I am alone. No one comes to my rescue
When I'm in trouble...they PRETEND to,
But each "attempt" ends only with me
Farther down the abyss.
The night gets colder. I eventually run inside.
Not even in the night am I welcome.

Why can I not be accepted?
Why is this an honor for only the best?
What can I do to be in that "prestigious" rank?
Do I have to not be myself,
Fake my way through life?
Because I'm already doing that...
What more do you want from me?

The morning comes with a chill more violent
Than the midnight cold.
I wake up to find no light through my window.
I throw open my window and look outside...

The sun, instead of golden and bright,
Has become dim and black.
The air continues to grow colder around me.
At least something now knows how I feel.
I can already see my breath. It must be getting
Extremely cold now. I know that everyone will
Die soon. I smile at this fact.

Before I die, I wanted to see one person
Sympathize with me. I wanted that one person
To feel what I feel, see what I see,
Be what I am.
Even though I'm about to die anyway,
The frostbite doesn't seem so bad anymore.
I could get used to this...
The black sun looming in the distance,
The air freezing around me...
Such a pristine picture...
I wish it could last...
I really do...

© 2010 Vin


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Very deep, very emotional, and yet creative in the eyes of an art. From what I can read, it is a very creative metaphor you used to describe the feeling you own, Black Sunrise. I believe that no one could really think deeply to even use such expression to express that dark feelings. I can feel the coldness and sorrow through these few lines of poem:-

~Do I have to not be myself, Fake my way through life?

~The morning comes with a chill more violent than the midnight cold.

~The sun, instead of golden and bright, has become dim and black.

~I wanted to see one person sympathize with me... to feel what I feel, see what I see... Be what I am.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Vin
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