Strangers In The Night Poem by Jazmin OK...
Strangers In The Night
Strangers in the night
Wet wandering in the sleet
Pain echoes in those who’re lost
Silently out on the street.
And she ducks into a doorway
Watching the drips spill from above
Resembling tears of loneliness
Deep in a heart of love.
The noise of coloured voices
Oh! To be a part of their parade
Secrets sound beautiful
A shivering breeze sways.
But “Let me go! ” she cries in song
“Take me from this world of gloom…
To the precious land of love
Where eternal pleasure blooms.”
Her guitar speaks so tenderly
But the shadows just stroll past
The night too cold and lonely
The burning city too vast.
And the drums beats faster
Out of time to her tune
From a warm lit window
Our time comes too soon.
No one ever hears her
Rain splashes down in a stream
“The light will come” she weakly sings
Fooling her own dreams.
Hunger, the passion grows
Like a deadly weed inside
Groaning, pinched and bleeding
But empty. The world has lied.
And this shattered life
Is it us who is to blame?
We who stand in all our pride
While she’s alone in all her pain.
A flame burns brightly
The spirit in a soul
The people watch as the yellow glow
Floats away, true and whole.
Lying in the doorway
Clutching her guitar
One sound note left hanging in the air
An incomplete scar.
One day I will see her
She who suffered every breath
While strangers just passed by
Left the beauty to it's death.
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4/25/2024 10:22:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a sad poem as ballads tend to be. But it's a cumulative sadness, you can feel the unhappy ending in each stanza and nothing stops the relentless movement of that four-line Ballad Stanza. It doesn't move fast because there is so much story to be told and we really get to know the main character. I wish I could somehow enter the poem and offer help, but I wouldn't belong to that world. I'd probably be invisible like a ghost, I'd be closer to the tragic loss but no closer to saving her than I am sitting in this chair, reading your words and witnessing the inevitable end.