The silence after midnight shouts so loud
I can't ignore it's call. It's when I write
The truest things. While others sleep, the cloud
That hides what I feel lifts. I await night
To record the deeper, more painful stuff
That rattles round and makes the daytime hard
To traverse. A masquerade is enough
To get by, but night brings out and forward
Silent screams that need to be heard if I
Have any hope of seeing the next day
Through with reasonable outcome. To die
A little inside, but keep thoughts at bay
That do betray a quiet anger might
Help me find real catharsis in the night.
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Oh, totally get this. The shouts frequently wake me at night. They will not be silenced until I get up and write down the secrets they are sharing.
We appreciate you sharing this poem with us, it's a personal poem that gives others a brief glimpse into your mind while telling others how you find a way to release...and when. Evoking, great work!
Solemn and good. I think I especially like the unique part of the sentence "...night brings out and forward silent screams..."