This Wretched Path

by NightFlyer   Jun 24, 2009


Branches move and sadly sway
Their farewell to this long day
Shadows over woodlands, creep
As this village drifts to sleep.

The sad song of a twilight loon
Greets the rising crescent moon
As sunset's crimson fades to black
For healing love, I feel a lack.

Far past the twilight's interlude
I pay the price for solitude
The night has rendered my dreams dark
So down these empty streets I walk.

Now toward my cabin, I retreat
As day to night passes complete
In evening's chill, its plainly shown
This wretched path, I walk alone.

This need for love, inside it drums
So cruel a sting when nightime comes
As loneliness inwardly maims
Another night, my heart, it claims.

Soon in my cabin, I'll recline
And pour a glass of bitter wine
And drift to sleep's merciful arms
To dream of some fair lover's charms.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Seth Rowley

    I liked it but I didn't understand what you were talking about

  • 14 years ago

    by A Former Outcast

    Nightflyer, I very much like your poem. There were a few places where it didn't rhyme perfectly, but it's written well enough that I was able to overlook it.

    This poem reminds me of some of my best friend's old work, and stirs great feelings of fondness for the poem. Thanks.

  • 14 years ago

    by NightFlyer

    Thank you, Cristopher!

  • 14 years ago

    by Christopher Wry

    Well done good flow and imagery.

  • 14 years ago

    by NightFlyer

    Thank you all for your kind comments! Nema and Rachel, thank you for your suggestions. I read this poem at a poetry reading in Cambridge, MA last night.