alone in the night

the young man sits alone in the dark

taking in the sounds of night

 

he is but one member of the

symphony of silence

lyricists of loneliness

painters of passion

 

their art is as beautiful as a summer storm

but screams with the echoes of a deep burning pain

 

the music stops, the artwork gone

the sun has risen

 

the normal noise of the world begins

and the young man is forgotten

 

but he will return shortly

as soon as night falls again

Reviews

[Mackenzie]

This is a wonderful poem. I really feel like "he" is speaking to me in the night. I'm drunk, but still, this is beautiful. Thank you.

[SoullessPrincess]

I feel like i want to scream, This is wonderful Great job