A (non-TG) Poem
© Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
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When the night calls out
I long for my dear one
My breath is drawn shallow
From the weight of my thoughts
Love is lost to me
As tears roll down my cheeks
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When the night calls out
I listen intently
My heart races onward
From my grasping seeking mind
Cares are lost to me
As more of me slips away
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When the night calls out
I weep quietly in shadows
My insides knot tightly
From old fears renewal
Dreams are lost to me
As my nightmares beckon
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When the night calls out
I raise my view to the heavens
My spine runs a chill
From the vast expanse above
Courage is lost to me
As I notice I'm alone
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When the night calls out
I answer to the dark
My other life forgotten
From the enveloping sea of ink
Compassion is lost to me
As I sink into self-pity
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When the night calls out
I run barefoot into it's depths
My only thought to run away
From my pasts and horrors in them
Hope is lost to me
As I spin out of control
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When the night calls out
I scream and I yell
My voice going hoarse
From a shout gone unheard
Remorse is lost to me
As the shell about me thickens
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Comments
Well done Edeyn!
Glad to see I'm not the only one here writing poetry.
And I am very glad to see that you are willing to write about darker subjects. I find them sometimes the most evocative, even in my own writing.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Kate
"While the rest of the human race are descended from monkeys, redheads derive from cats."
Kate
"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes." William Gibson
Dark Poetry
Seems to be nearly all the poetry I write. It seems my more poetic moments come when I'm in anguish, or depressed.
Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Wasn't it Jim Henson who said, "Without faith, I am nothing," after all? Wait, no, that was God. Sorry, common mistake...
Should I post more?
Not just a question for you, Kate, but anyone really... should I post some more of my poetry?
Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Wasn't it Jim Henson who said, "Without faith, I am nothing," after all? Wait, no, that was God. Sorry, common mistake...
Dark can be good for you, like dark chocolate is good for the ..
heart.
Dark poem indeed. I can't remember who said something like "Writing is easy, I just open a vein."
I hope your happy moments are as memorable or more so, this was bleak, but good.
John in Wauwatosa
John in Wauwatosa
She
She treads sure-footed
through the unforgiving terrain
of free verse, establishing her own cadence
evoking powerful
even unpleasant imagery
revealing,
always revealing...
honesty not born of hostility
or some gimmickry of ego
but as needed to live
for real and unco-opted
A transponder in the dark
alien device and yes we've seen this,
or so we surmise until- WOW! IT'S EDEYN!
Like a swiss army knife that opens up into a field of flowers...
In other words I really really liked it and would LOVE to see more!
Not because it's dark---some fixation there---but because it's a part
of reality & you portray it so well. I'd love to see the happy poems too
(and if you haven't written them yet, I'm pretty sure you've got them in you...).
~~~Hugs, Laika
Well shit, I guess it really CAN happen here..,
.