The Black Night Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

THE BLACK NIGHT

The sun by the ocean
Always filled me with dread. -
For my every emotion,
Perceives only that
Which is dark -
Gloomy, oppressive -
And dead.

From the time my mother rocked me
In a crib of wool and wood,
Until I came of age -
I saw the sun as few men could.

Indeed that sun, over the sea,
Hovered with a blackened eye
So very very strangely.
And neither the angels that sailed up high
Nor my bride who kissed me
Here below
Could speak of this hellish blot I know.

And the world went spinning
In the tempest of my mind
As the clouds amassed
In a way so unkind
As to leave no remnant of that glow -
For the light, bedeviled, shines no more -
As I stare, astonished, on the sunless shore!

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ {C} 2018 {TAKEN FROM "MYSTIC WINES"} Soon To Be Published