Poem: To Night
These are our underground days.
Lukewarm seduction while
fleeing fleeting feelings
passed around like disease.
Pain as welcome as elation;
all we crave is something
to remind us our hearts still beat.
As the numbness sets in —
rigor mortis of the soul —
Tomorrow is discarded
to allow for Tonight,
where we f**k our futures away.
Image credit: Full Moon Night by *Luza*
4 Comments – Postiwch sylw
emb789
Rhoddwyd sylw 73 mis yn ôl - 9th May 2010 - 20:19pm
Wow. Just... wow. That was AMAZING. Lots of poems go on for ages to convey a message but you have got across everything you needed to right there. This has become an instant favourite of mine - if theSprout had a "favourite articles" feature, I would use it on this poem (hint at the Eds?)
Dan (Sub-Editor)
Rhoddwyd sylw 73 mis yn ôl - 10th May 2010 - 03:28am
Hint noted. ^^, I like that idea!
Sambow
Rhoddwyd sylw 73 mis yn ôl - 18th May 2010 - 18:49pm
Awesome poem, really great work. :)
sprinklelight
Rhoddwyd sylw 66 mis yn ôl - 4th December 2010 - 03:11am
Well this is oddly fitting. I kind of love it when poetry does that, even in a bad way. I also really love the unusual form. It's really quite beautiful.