I Am Part Of The Night
It is always the moon whispering
with foul breath to me,
while stars drip like bad oil
paint, chips in a perfect, black sky.
The sun doesn’t say anything. It just sits
in its place, waiting for the day
it can finally rest.
I let the sun go, on its own,
but I try to join the night.
I try to wrap my body, like silk, around
time that sleeps,
that nods with my conversation
We speak a language together, of
the deep ocean’s waves of regret
that cry into the dry sand of nostalgia,
creating mud of desire,
longing for its peaceful aquatic home
below the drama of tides;
of every shadow that
slices through jealous silence,
desperate bats free of their caves;
I will never be involved with a burning star -
I am part of the night.
I am a dead reflection of light
watching the world sleep.
Posted on February 19, 2013, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged being alone, day, death, Depression, Desire, emotion, emptiness, fear, heartache, journal, life, Literature, lonliness, mental illness, Night, nostalgia, pain, Poem, poetry, Regret, sadness, Suicide, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.