Separated By The DawnMature

A Reworking of the poem I wrote at 18

Silence, my never ending lover

Comes to me upon the midnight hour

For it is then that I find that my thoughts are truly mine

The lamentations of the caged

So you'll never see the end of my tragedy

For we are separated by the dawn

This is a cold dream

Liberated by the light,

We are struggling to regain our sense of self.

Our sense of Beauty

Actuated realization and inner liberty

 

This is the end of all our emotions

I hate life and all the people who play with my heart

And break all my dreams

So you’ll never see the dawn of my reality

You’ll never

Never see the end of my tragedy

 

A little angel died when the dawn of her inner strife caused her to sit and cry

Why can’t I find a lover?

I’m not like the others.

Liar!

 

So as you cry and wonder why

The nightingale still calls

Are we still so stuck in linear expression that our minds think

One, two, three, and not one through ten?

 

Fate is never linear

It slithers, like a untamed beast

Picking our futures based on our beliefs

Our passions, thoughts, and feelings

 

For those who seek the future is here

The desire burning brightly in our modest fears

We want to love but love to hate

For this serves as our deepest, brightest opiate

 

Drawing cards we hope not to grab that joker

Dividing our chances hoping they are signed

Sealed

And delivered

 

The saddest truth

Of our bleeding forbidden youth

Chances are not granted to those who are given them

Chances are made for those who sleuth

 

For we are separated by the dawn

This is a cold dream

Liberated by the light,

We are struggling to regain our sense of self.

Our sense of Beauty

Actuated  realization and inner liberty

 

This is the end of all our emotions

I hate life and all the people who play with my heart

And break all my dreams

So you’ll never see the dawn of my reality

You’ll never

Never see the end of my tragedy

 

 

The End

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