in the Dead of Night Poem, by noah, at My poetic side

i wander like a ghost
looking for a host
in the dead of night

can't shake these heavy chains
wrapped tight around my veins
in the dead of night

i wonder why you left
am i a victim of theft
in the dead of night

i know i didn't love you
but i'm still thinking of you
in the dead of night

now haven't i made the bed
i'm now lying in the dead
of night

i talked to father john
he said this life goes on
though i don't want it to

i told him what you did
he told me cheer up kid
there's nothing else to do

but in the dead of night
i'm looking for the light
i used to have in me

and i'm sorry father john
but it seems like it's gone
in the dead of night

arqios June 30th, 2022 03:40
The light that used to be there, wow. That just struck home. This will sit with me for a while. Thanks for sharing.
- GONJune 30th, 2022 13:54
  i appreciate that bard, hope you're doing alright.
- arqiosJune 30th, 2022 18:34
  It will be alright, Gon, thanks. Poetry’s light is on and being tended.
L. B. Mek June 30th, 2022 05:54
'the last one, to leave
my heart
I beg
turn off, the lights
offer me
that same
escape, from myself...'
- GONJune 30th, 2022 13:55
  indeed
ela June 30th, 2022 10:11
I enjoyed reading in the dead of night It has this swaying pattern of chosen words that rhyming well.
- GONJune 30th, 2022 13:55
  thank you ela, it's nice to have someone notice the meter!

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in the Dead of Night