Evening Turns To Night (poem)

My tears are turning evening into night

Was this the whiff of darkness that I chose

The windows of my promises all close

As silence adds a sharpness to my blight

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Each second now an endlessness impose

As memories consume the hope of light

While routes to nowhere vicious blame incite

And in each heartbeat pain and anguish flows

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Within these wall the bitter storm repeats

As sorrow all of what was real confound

And madness that will end all this now stirs

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Sweat kindness brings back sound within the streets

As people laugh their footsteps on the ground

Yet only footsteps that I want is her’s

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wayne barrett 2 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Beautiful work, Martin.


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ImKarn23 2 years ago

Sigh...why is it we always want what is no longer available to us??

Great poetry, my friendxx


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schoolgirlforreal 2 years ago from USA

I like your poem and I want to share mine with you.

God bless

hugs

http://hubpages.com/literature/He-Definitely-Was-M...


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DDE 2 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

The want can be high but if it is not there then don't look no more great poetry.


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vkwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

Amazing poetry, Martin! We want, but sometimes never get.


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BlossomSB 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Good poem with an interesting theme, Martin. We often hanker after things we think we need but cannot have - which is probably the best thing for us.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Incredible and touching.

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