Silence In The Night to Little Sister in Zombie Apocalypse
A lonely man deals with the darkness
A little sister deal with her older brothers
Silence In The Night (free form poem)
Silence in the night
Encompasses the glory of the stars
What do you search for
What do you yearn for
What need will feed your appetite
Surely not here
With a soul and his memories
Waiting to join them again
Surely not here
In the hallways of happiness
Ever so vast
Surely not here
On the golden sunset
Of dreams yet to be
Sitting there lonely
In now empty room
All that remains
There is no reason to smile
There is no hope for laughter
And yet he does
Maybe that is what you’re after
Maybe this is what you seek
Maybe never had to happen
Silence now is your form
The answer to life without cause
Can’t you leave this one alone
Whose life you never knew
Seeks too late a heart
As the light goes out
Is this really a free form poem? Sure, there are no rhymes or intentional rhythmic patterns. Follow me on this one. Each stanza contains three lines. In the third stanza, each line begins with word "What". The next three stanzas begin with the lines "Surely not here". The cycle begins again three stanzas later (in the tenth stanza), with the word "Maybe". Cycles. Listen.
At nights, after Arlene died, I spent moments with darkness. Sure, there were people who watched over me, but they couldn't be there all the time. Then the darkness would take over. It's attacks began subtly, but would become viciously maddening. Cycle after cycle bent on wearing me down. Was "it" me or something else? Did it matter? I was being drawn down.
At first, I didn't share with others, what was going on. They wouldn't believe me. They wouldn't believe what was going on. (So I thought or so "it" put into my mind.) They tried their best to cheer me up. They took me out. They kept me busy. It didn't matter. She was not there. I even sought out professional help. It didn't help. In the darkness "it" was waiting. Waiting for its toy.
What saved me was: They needed me. My leadership. My oration skills. My ability to teach. My smile. It was still my time. The whatever it was got worse. "It" was determined to conquer me. Then they started to return. The sweet memories. It was like they were being held back. Mountain by mountain, they broke the bonds that had held them and raise me to the light. The light that the darkness must now contend.
The message of all this is: use that something special in all of use to make memories. Golden mountains of memories. Memories that will guide us through the dark times. Memories to remind us of how special we all are. Don't believe we're special. Try telling that to that individual in the mirror. See if that reflection will believe us. It's a wonderful life. It's a wonderful time. Add to it all the wonder which is us and enjoy.
How about this song to go with the poem: Adrian von Ziegler "Lunara"
What's worse - Zombies or big brothers
"Night of the Living Dead" (1968), though popular, was not the the first zombie movie made. The whole zombie genre was in movies since the 1930s. The most popular was "White Zombie", starring Béla Lugos, made in 1932. Now zombies are all over the place. Meet Millicent. She had some heavy duty dental work done. This required her to take some heavy duty drugs. Millicent's older brothers decided to have some fun by convincing her a zombie apocalypse was happening.
To make matters worse (or funnier), Millicent's parents were in on the gag. "Brothers Convince Little Sister of Zombie Apocalypse"
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People are like stained - glass windows.
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in,
their true beauty is revealed
only if there is a light from within.