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Evening Turns To Night (poem)

Updated on April 26, 2014

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


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


Within these wall the bitter storm repeats

As sorrow all of what was real confound

And madness that will end all this now stirs


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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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Incredible and touching.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 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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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

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

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      Devika Primić 3 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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      schoolgirlforreal 3 years ago

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

      God bless


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      Karen Silverman 3 years ago

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

      Great poetry, my friendxx

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      Wayne Barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Beautiful work, Martin.