Sometimes At Night

By John Blase | October 25, 2013 |

Sometimes at night the loneliness of not

quite being yourself wells up making

it impossible to dream. You feel the fear

that you will become finally forgettable.

In an effort to reverse this trend you try

to think on those things: whatever is true

and just and pure. But sometimes at night

such virtue and loveliness are hard to see.

So you begin to think on those other things –

the fabrications and wrongdoing and ruin.

What rises are not dreams but wild echoes

you chase hard until exhausted, you awake.

Poems | Mike's Musings on October 25, 2013 at 12:50 pm

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mike graves on October 25, 2013 at 12:54 pm

…….. and drink into the night

Patricia on October 25, 2013 at 1:48 pm

…stopped in my tracks by this one…

Diana Trautwein on October 25, 2013 at 2:25 pm

Sometimes, this is the worst kind of loneliness, this ‘not being quite yourself . . .’ sigh.

Gwen Acres on October 25, 2013 at 4:04 pm

….distant dark days frequent my dreams. I wake relieved but depressed. Sunlight and coffee cup my friends for the day.

Laure K. on October 25, 2013 at 7:07 pm

Sometimes, John, the poem is the voice of prophecy circling the beloved where mercy and truth have met together; righteousness and peace have kissed. Sometimes …

Lindsay Terry on October 26, 2013 at 12:37 am

Thanks John for your comments. When this happens to me I just say “The Lord’s Prayer” and then pray for “others.” Then I play a round of golf. I never get past the third hole…ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ or I fish awhile. You should see some of the ones I “catch.” ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ