Nightfall
it’s nightfall
the darkness now descends
the hand of grief extends
terror is knocking at the door
it’s nightfall
words of sorrow stain my lips
slip through my fingertips
and scatter ‘cross the floor
it’s nightfall
the shadows hide my tears
but I am haunted by my fears
I am broken evermore
it’s nightfall
dark waves of misery
are rising like the sea
I am stranded on the shore
it’s nightfall
I am lost I am alone
confusion grips me to the bone
horror chills me to my core
out of the nightfall
I hear you call my name
I have finally gone insane
it is the end for me I’m sure
again I hear you call
then I know what this must mean
this has all been just a dream
I have simply been asleep
albeit very very deep
soon my eyes will open
once this nightmare’s spell is broken
soon the sun will rise once more
at least I pray that’s what’s in store
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2013
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nightfall
the darkness now descends
the hand of grief extends
terror is knocking at the door
nightfall
words of sorrow stain my lips
slip through my fingertips
and scatter ‘cross the floor
nightfall
the shadows hide my tears
but I am haunted by my fears
I am broken evermore
nightfall
dark waves of misery
are rising like the sea
I am stranded on the shore
nightfall
I am lost I am alone
confusion grips me to the bone
horror chills me to my core
nightfall
you call my name
I have finally gone insane
it is the end for me I’m sure
again I hear you call
I know what this must mean
this has all been just a dream
I have simply been asleep
albeit very very deep
soon my eyes will open
once this nightmare’s spell is broken
soon the sun will rise once more
at least I pray
that’s what’s in store
~ ~ ~
revised © 2018
Oddly, something that came out of the process for my own thing today seems to go with this, so I’m going to pass it on
His puzzles are
small, surmountable, cramps
questions the storm-waking left in his gut
replacing the alarm clock’s electric lay
like a face, a strider past and gone.
Before the clock begins to buzz, he stops it.
The click, like turning off a dream, locks
his dream of sorting questions into place.
…
More thunder, more rain
pain, and something like an owl
honor his shoulder
When nightfall is a continuous state…
Hate it when a perfectly nice dream turns to nightfall. Fully understand those feelings of reeling and wanting to scream. Nicely done Rob,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/while-the-pelican-was-water-skiing/