049. Sting Of The Night Poem by Jaden Knight

049. Sting Of The Night

Rating: 4.8


As the pale moon hides itself behind the clouds
I awake and stretch my aching limbs
I stand to see where I am
but the night hinders my vision

I need the blackness
it's become like a shield
against the old memories
threatening to return

I hear a scorpion scuttling nearby
it sees me either as food or a threat
as I sense it's tail rising to strike
then I feel it sting me twice

The pain erupts inside my skin
it flashes through my mind
my body hits the ground
crushing my killer
its sting stuck in my chest

I need no doctor to say I'm dead
my body shakes violently
I already know the truth
as I breathe my last breath
then the darkness takes over

Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
red idiot 17 June 2018

I really liked your poem and the way it talks about something so bleak in such a well crafted manner. What I felt that the poem is much of a metaphor for some kind of an epiphany. It is almost as if the speaket overlooked the 'truth'/problems until they came to bite the speaker like a scorpion. Maybe I read too much into the poem. Either ways congrats on being the poet of the day: -)

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Savita Tyagi 17 June 2018

Beautiful poem. How one imagines death is brought out here so eloquently. It also makes me wonder if it matters how we imagine death....would it really have an impact on that actual moment...... in Eastern religions we are taught to imagine that moment in meditation. I am sure other religions teach that too though I don’t know for sure. Good to read your poem after a long time. Congratulations.

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Bri Edwards 05 October 2016

still a compelling piece of poetry! :) bri and i like it too!

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Robert Murray Smith 17 June 2018

Congratulations on your posting in this category. This poem enfolds in darkness until there is no more. Imaginative.++10

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Dr Antony Theodore 17 June 2018

I need no doctor to say I'm dead my body shakes violently I already know the truth as I breathe my last breath...death and the darkness. for a man of faith, death leads to light, eternal and never ending light although at the moment of death the experience may be darkness as you wrote dear poet. thank u. tony

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Britte Ninad 18 June 2018

Poisons darkness touches soul as if lay on the stinging-nettle; Numb and dumb; deaf and lame paralyzed eyesight; jaundiced glittering! darkness of stigma hugs fairly! nothing else- a nightmare or accidental death! lovely written...10++

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 17 June 2018

Nice poem...congrats for chosen as the poem of the day

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Elena Sandu 17 June 2018

Well written poem, quite provoking, enjoyed the read, thank you for sharing. Scary to imagine such a painful death yet in this poem, to me, the sting feels like an escape from the threatening sting of old memories..

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Khairul Ahsan 17 June 2018

'I need the blackness it's become like a shield against the old memories threatening to return' - these lines appear very appealing to me. You have thought of death, and translated your thoughts into poetry so beautifully! Congratulations, John Westlake, for being chosen the 'Poet of the Day'!

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Chinedu Dike 17 June 2018

Well thought out and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing John.

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