The Midnight Darkness

Today I’m sharing another poem I wrote as an example for my students.  This one is a quatern.  Today I’m sharing with Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for their “Promises in the Dark” prompt.  It mostly, kinda fits.


Walking in the midnight darkness
searching blindly for my old soul,
connecting to earth and family–
how I got to be who I am.

Questioning society’s ways,
walking in the midnight darkness
trying to figure the reason
why the world is crazy today.

Hate and greed fueled by greater fear,
man attacks human and nature.
walking in the midnight darkness,
traveling a destructive path.

How can I make a change within,
appeal to greater love and hope,
asking society to quit
walking in the midnight darkness.

Who to Blame?

The challenge at d’Verse Poets today is to write a poem about blame and/or forgiveness.

Who do I blame
for fifty years of living
leaving me jaded,
wondering how I got here?
Fate, destiny or myself?

My choices, like the Pied
Piper luring me with
song, bid me to come here.
But what would I change?
What could I change?

Nothing–no real choice–
just following the music,
acting and reacting
to the song of society
the only way I could.

Now the true choice–
forgiveness for the hurts;
forgiveness for the wrongs;
forgiveness for myself for
my choices not being enough.

The Heart’s Underground

Today’s challenge at d’Verse Poets is to write a poem about the underground.  Here is my humble offering.

Paying bills and feeding
the cats and the kid–
doing it all–work and school,
just like I’m supposed to do.
Losing myself in the process,
sinking into the heart’s underground.

Working through the day
respectable, clean-cut and clever,
climbing the corporate ladder
doing the grind of nine to five
and another on the weekend
just like I’m supposed to.

Five o’clock signals the change–
rush to the dark and safe
escape of a bar stool and beer,
numbing the pain and guilt
and the hurt of feeling guilt,
never truly doing what I’m supposed to.

Guilt, hate, and pain co-mingle,
dancing in the chambers of my heart
destroying relationships and self–
unable to pull away like I’m supposed to
and truly be there for the ones I love,
to face the pain to forgive myself.

Forgiveness of an imperfect human,
loving and caring that turns
to bitter tears of self-loathing.
Alcohol induced numbing–
How can I do what I’m supposed to
and nurture and love through the pain?

How can I make them spend time with me
when I can’t stand to be around myself?
Isolated, alone, trapped within those
four chambers, the underground of my heart.
Not knowing how to walk through the
concrete walls of addiction in order
to do what I’m supposed to do.