writing The Glossy Night

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A brand new poem! I woke up in the middle of the night, looked out my window, and I immediately was overcome with an unusual, but incredible feeling and realization, which inspired me to write this poem. It is nothing like my other work because it doesn't rhyme, doesn't have a clear meaning, and it is true free verse. Despite this, this is one of my favorite and most emotional poems yet. Any comments or suggestions are appreciated very much

 

"A Glossy Night"

 

I lay my cheek down upon frost bitten glass, 

The clouds up above contorted in sinister smiles,

Glimmering moonlight from their watery whisps,

As its source stares with an ominous aura.

 

A purple sky for a blood-red Moon,

Twinkling stars for a dying street lamp,

And a wary nature for my blistering soul,

Which is purged up and out of me in horrid relief,

Letting go of all that makes me me;

Cold and miserable,

Dead and alive,

Unsure, but determined for failure.

 

I enter a new world of space and possibility,

Yet up above this shimmering Orb fights off the night,

Holding back all of the howling and calls,

Fighting and bleeding,

Uncertainty if I will lose my very life.

 

It breathes out ether,

Filling my lungs with pain, hope, death, and love,

Leaving me a shell of my former self,

Yet I will forever cherish every haunting breath.

 

I lie,

I faint,

I breathe,

 

I exhale warm vapor,

Fogging up the forgotten window pane,

As I pass away into Peaceful slumber.

Edited February 7, 2013 by MelancholicMemory