Friday, August 27, 2010
Hope
Strenuous days
and nothing to believe in
when black coat men cast shadows
over empty streets
Dead inside I mourn the night they took you
your voice and defiance silenced for good
and like so many I understand
the stubbornness of lament
that refuses to leave these rooms
so sullen and dark
But sometimes
morning brilliance blinds me
and embraces me like a friend
even though darkness still huddles beneath
And I wonder
will torment subside at last
like stars faint
and dreams diminish
as I struggle through the pain
that I know by heart
©2010 Fenny
Painting:
Morning Sun (1952) by Edward Hopper (1882-1967)
Posted in At The Dark End | Permalink | Comments (3) | Email this
Comments
"like stars faint
and dreams diminish"
These 2 lines really knocked me out.
Posted by: Nick | Sunday, August 29, 2010
great thoughts..
the image is divine!
Posted by: Jingle | Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Ok, I havent read one in a very long time that made me want to continue reading everything they have ever written...and now you come along and I am picking my jaw up off the floor because your words intoxicate me and leave me wanting more. I am such a fan right now and I am totally inspired to write. and I havent been inspired in quite some time so thank you so much! I will be visiting again and again. you are now bookmarked! :)
Kellie
Posted by: Kellie | Monday, December 06, 2010
Post a comment