The Whip-Poor-Will Cries

The whip-poor-will cries at the approaching twilight.

My tears continue to fall under the fading daylight.

False love left me to rot in this lonely hole in the Earth.

I gave love all my passion and it cost all that I was worth.

Outside the whip-poor-will cries our loud and dejected refrain.

It cries at the arriving darkness that will intensify both our pain.

"To love a fool is futile", that's what my father used to say.

"You must learn to protect yourself or risk being betrayed."

I felt strong in the daylight but tonight I will be alone to face the lies.   

I will be haunted by ghosts of truth and stripped of all hope and alibi.

Our love was not sacrosanct, however, I lied to myself that it was pure.

It was one person dominating, while the other was forced to bow and endure.

Oh whip-poor-will my only friend, I wish we could just fly away.

We could stay ahead of the darkness and only thrive in the light of day.

I know you cry out whip-poor-will because you know my pain.

Maybe, together we can endure this night and the lonely darkness it contains.

Eddie K Phillips

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I can think of nothing that both as desired and as painful as romantic love. The speaker in this offering is devastated because of a relationship gone sour. The pain is genuine; for some it ruins a life. Most, however, come to terms with it and chalk the whole thing up to experience. Indeed, growth hurts.

[Eddie Phillips]

Thank you for reviewing this poem. I haven't written in quite a while and I thank you for your thought provoking words.

[Just Kim]

Such an emotional write here, I can feel this write, well expressed