Cry Before the Dawn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Dreams and memories only exacerbate and aggravate the pain of loss and the emptiness of slayed emotions.

CRY BEFORE THE DAWN

By Al Garcia

Dreams and memories only exacerbate and aggravate the pain of loss and the emptiness of slayed emotions. 

Courage, nor acts of heroism, nor a moment of unthinking selflessness, alleviates the unceasing anguish of separation, or the desperation that seeps into the core of me when I think of you, dream of you, remember you, and feel you close to me.

One fleeting moment of madness and of reckless inclination to consume and devour the virtual essence of obstinate obsession that ignores the passion of the human heart.  How cruel to accept without consent, the darkness that extinguishes the light that was in you.

I cry before the dawn of each emerging day.  Yet the tears do not conceal or veil the face of you, or obscure the days of splendor and of ordinariness that completed us, and made for unforgettable and treasured tender and gentle moments.

Dreams and memories make the nights unbearable, the silence unendurable, and the emptiness inside impossible to accept.  For to accept the fading of the night and the day that come with the morning light, means to admit and accede to the loss of you.

I cry before the dawn in hopes that the night will never end, so you can feel and hear the rhythm of my beating heart, and know that you are still a part of dreams that keep alive the melody of love that never dies.


Submitted: September 29, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

Do not know why your intros are always a repeat of the first lines of your poems. Wasted opportunity, perhaps, and a good place instead to cite motivation, intent of given message or post a plea that your work represents only you, or conversely, is an everyman lament for all the personal loss in the world, etc... Anyway, friend, as to the poem itself, it exudes waves of genuine emotion and well-communicated yearning for an important place in a heart, now empty. ...A purpose and a poetic message fulfilled, sir. SPP

Wed, September 29th, 2021 8:42pm

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Thank you for your comment and insight. As for the intro I never really thought about explaining or setting the scene, purpose or reason for the writing, but I'll certainly think about it. Thanks.

Wed, September 29th, 2021 2:01pm

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