Sometimes it rains at night.

David Wakeling

I don’t care much for the night. It is there for braver folk than I.
With its darkness and absence of light. I become terrified of the night sky.
Give me the glorious day revealing the waratah and the wattle every time.

The Night seems an afterthought and an abandoned field.
God ran out of ideas. After designing a Paradise of betrayal,
He was done and has left the blue planet to spin on its own,
Even the stars barely shine out there. Some of them are dying.
The Moon looks disappointed. As if nothing will grow there.

Sometimes it even rains at night and stops the brave in there tracks,
It covers up the darkness, with something even darker.

The night is when the rats come out to feed,
Scrambling over the dead bodies of young girls,
Biting the flesh as if the Night gives them permission.
Show me a beautiful green field in the daylight,
And I will show you a place of fear and dread at night.

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  • orchidee

    Good write D. We best keep an umbrella by our bed in case we go out at night. lol.

    • David Wakeling

      Yes and a torch.Its dark out there Thanks for commenting

      • orchidee

        A comedy film had a line 'The night was dark - they usually are!' lol.

      • sorenbarrett

        Here a dichotomy is painted in day and night calm and fear beauty and ugly. Nicely done

        • David Wakeling

          Thank you so much for commenting.You are right.

          • sorenbarrett

            You are most welcome David

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            David, this carries a powerful sense of existential dread throughout. I especially like how the poem moves from personal fear into something almost cosmic and theological…God absent, stars dying, the moon disappointed, nature itself becoming threatening after dark. And the final contrast between the beautiful daylight field and the terror hidden within it at night closes the piece with chilling force. Strong work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️

            • David Wakeling

              Thank you so much for your inspired critique. Mucho appreciado mi amigo

            • thinkerbell

              A powerful write



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