A Sad and Fog Filled Night

rrodriguez

The greyish fog raps its arms around me,

the somber haze pierces my burning eyes.

 

I see the lonesome trees looking like silhouettes,

hidden in the dark night with tears in their leaves.

 

Sadly, walking through the night I think:

“Where is my love? I want to meet you tonight”.

 

On this lonely and dreary night my lips pronounce

your name, but I only hear the echo of my voice.

 

I’m waiting for your kiss to revive my deceased heart.

Waiting for the kiss that brings me back to life.

 

The lonely foggy night has me captive in its strong arms

it squeezes my soul; on this solitary night the damned fog mocks me.

 

Confusion is fogging my brain and I’m bewildered.

How much longer this night will haunt me?

 

With the moon as my companion, together we walk

looking for my love to heal my aching heart.

  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2016 06:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: Being imaginative and writing from a perspective of sadness and a gloomy mood.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 73
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks ROBERTO ~ we all experience such melancholy when we are separated from our Lady ~ especially at night. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN. I have spaces in my new fusion MY FAVORITE BIRD II ~ IF YOU HAVE ANOTHER BIRD !

  • willyweed

    nice work rr.

  • rrodriguez

    Thank you guys for your support.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Just great composition and feeling. My favorite line is 'hidden in the dark night with tears in their leaves."

    Great imagery!

    Kurt

    • rrodriguez

      Kurt, your comments are greatly appreciated. Coming from a poet of your stature, I'm honored by your kind words. I want to write and express my feelings. I want to impact other with the words I write.

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        You're certainly doing that (and more), Roberto. Poets are the great escape artists from an often mundane world.

        Kurt

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          You're certainly doing that (and more), Roberto. Poets are the great escape artists from an often mundane world.

          Kurt



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