Day is Night

A nightmare about being alone

What I am none seems to know

my friends leave me by the many

I am the consumption of my dreams

till I find I haven't realized any

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Into the nothing of the noise

surrounding us all the where

A life of waking dreams abides

a living breathing nightmare

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My days are raging shipwrecks

on the tumultuous waves of life

Scattered as to the four winds

upon the rocks that are my strife

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I long for the days of childhood

when friends were like my brothers

Strength of virtue crowned my head

loved and untouched by any others

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Certain purpose was my goal

no question on the morrow

I woke to conscience that was clear

courage and faith I didn't borrow

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Now the dawn speaks of the dark

closing in upon my soul

With every day I linger on

my life rages out of control

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful picture! Like your poem it has a dark, brooding atmosphere, the gradual extinguishing of the human spirit. I so want to light a candle and have it flicker your thoughts into something lighter.

Grand meter and use of words, sad, sad, sad thoughts and wishes.

[Mauricio Montoya]

There a thin line between yesterday and tomorrow, so we must tow the line that’s called today and make the best of it. Excellent write.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

THIS IS A GREAT WRITE! I LOVE IT! GREAT PICTURE TOO!

[Sarah J. Kelleher]

This piece is so haunting, it makes the reader realize himself at his weakest point, that point when we are "the consumption of my dreams, till I find I haven't realized any." This was my favorite line, and it looked me dead in the face and held my gaze. The photo really contributes for a visual feel, and lets the reader take a peek into your kaleidoscope life. Well done once again. :)

[LonelySoul]

Tate,what can I say,but Amazing Write!
again you have lead me down a path in your life that seems to have paralelled my own,are we brothers from another mother?Did you know me in another life?
I try to use those rocks of strife as stepping stones...learning from my past mistakes,growing along the way.
Again,Nice work here my friend...LonelySoul

[goltinfron_nh]

Like you said, I truly believe the Dark is a period that everyone goes through. What they do with it, helps define us. You did a great job of channeling that Darkness into a wonderful expression.

[Ruth]

Your talent to use the aspect of nature amongst your internal discordance is fabulous Tate, love :)
Another masterpiece!
xx

[Coyote Poetry]

When we are young. Friends were necessary and life a wide open road. I don't know. I believe I'm to blame for blocking out friends. Allowing few to get in. It is sort of sad. We have opportunity to love many and have many friends. The poem is powerful. We need to allow the good things in a life to overtake the bad. When we swim in misery. Hard to get out of B.S. A outstanding poem. You made me think again.
Coyote

[Haifa]

Great and deep, good job.

[Richard Williams]

Well-written descibing life's rocky road.