I am the little boy.
I am the hunger.
I am the suffering
That cries in the daylight
For the terror of the night.
Where darkness hides at dawn
When light comes to destroy.
The night is cold but loving.
The day is harsh and hatred.
Light has come to darken the passion of darkness.
And there are more of me.
I cry for the dark.
I cry for the night.
I sing for my brothers.
I sing for my sisters.
I am the grown man.
I am the triumph.
I am the greed.
The light has engulfed me.
No longer can I see the darkness.
The day is warm and loving.
The night is harsh with hatred.
I sew seeds of life
That grow into death.
Look for my sign
Away from your home.
The light has spread
And killed the young boy.
I cry for my body.
I cry for my soul.
I sing for oppression.
I have sung for evil.
The light has blinded me.
The darkness has left me.
But now I can see the moon again.
Now I see the twilight of our days.
I sing for the world.
I sing for you.
I sing humanity.
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Holy cow Andrew, this poem is so deep. I love the contrast between good/evil, night/day, positive/negative. Very well written, if I do say so myself. I wish there wasn't so much suffering in the world, it really makes me sad. I wish my poem would've been as good as yours!!!
ReplyDeleteHoly cow Andrew! This is a fantasitc poem. Your word choice was pretty excellent.
ReplyDeleteAndrew! What an intriguing poem! Did you submit this to Driftwood?! If not, you really should, it's great! I really liked when you said, "I sing for oppression, I have sung for evil." I think thats true for a lot of people--we don't always fight for what's right, and that's too bad!
ReplyDeleteHughes would be proud. But, as already stated above, a fine poem. I like your ability to create such a gloomy poem without the high school tendency to descend into intense angst. Just to sound as vague as a multiple choice exam, your imagery was quite spectacular. Thanks for sharing.
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