Days into nights. by efry_e
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Description
The sun is the power that turns everything around,
It's the source of living.
Without it, there would exist no food and no air for breathing.
The sun is the source of happiness,
its' bright colors are of joy and passion.
When the earth turns to the other side,
so does my soul.
Purples and blues start to fill me and welcome the blackness of the night.
The kingdom of mystery.
My soul is quiet as a graveyard, and then comes the cold wind...
The moonlight hits the tombstones of my memories,
The spirits of them rise and remind me of my lonliness.
I have no escape from this graveyard. ... not now.
Chills cover my body as the stars dim slowly.
I pray for the day to come now.. unlike before.
There were times when nights brought me passion and days were the source of disappoinment.
Amazing how days turn into nights..
Time of our mortality is the time we choose to live here.
Goodbye.. until the next something.
Comments (3)
efry_e
This is kind of strange "poem", if you can call it so... Late night, a chaos of words and thoughts spilled through my fingers.
gallimel
Your writing is like something I feel within me from a long time. A connection of spirit, I guess. Hugs, and thank you for posting it :)
cagewench
I enjoyed this. My only suggestion would be to de-pluralize (un-pluralize?) winds in line 10 as when reading it aloud, I found it disturbed the flow somewhat. Hope this is helpful, I am just getting a feel for this site.