Impressions Before Dawn

In the dead of the night the silence of thought
These deeds that Karma seems to have brought
All the illusions that I have been taught
Like a wild beast in a cage whose been caught,

In this quiet that shrieks I can't even feel
All I know is loneliness is very real
Impressions before dawn that are revealed
Thinking my fate has been sealed,

Reaching out for you in a dream at the edge of night
No rescue no compassion in sight
Adrift on a darkened sea where there is no light
Too numb to even feel sadness or fright,

I called out to you taking the Lord's name in vain
The hope I once had all but slain
In the dead of the night a step ahead of insane
But it's no use not even easy to complain,

There's a mad man out there who doesn't care
He's abnormal doesn't even breath the air
Coming from the underworld he will stare
But all the fools are too blind to even care,

In the dead of the night no salvation from my plight
It's all academic no use to even fight
Used to have a smile in a world that seemed so bright
Where Mothers tuck their kids in so safe and tight,

Just before the dead of night creeps into their rooms
Hopefully their dreams will chase away the gloom
When those memories come alive you can never assume
Then a dark presence from the closet starts to loom,

In the dead of the night in the dead of the night
Things don't seem right no they just don't seem right
I tried to endure I tried to be polite
Lightning in the night there's a key on the string of my kite.

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Comment by koshersalaami on October 21, 2018 at 5:08am

Branch out. Experiment with some other rhyme schemes or maybe subjects. I looked at the title and knew this would be a poem about your divorce and that it would contain four consecutive rhymes per stanza. 

Comment by Doc Vega on October 21, 2018 at 11:05am

Kosher those 4 line passages are called quatrains and I write what inspires me. I write other ideas within the poetry besides my divorce and if you had experienced the same thing perhaps you might comprehend how memories tend to have a life of their own.

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