Don't Go Outside Tonight...
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“I experience a period of frightening clarity
in those moments when nature is so beautiful.
I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings
appear as in a dream”
-Vincent van Gogh
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Don't go outside tonight.
Please, don't go outside.
I heard it on the news today,
That someone else has died.
They found his body everywhere,
Such a bloody, awful sight.
And they can't explain what happened,
So please don't go outside tonight.
Don't go outside tonight.
Please, oh please, stay home.
The sun is setting even now,
And I don't want to be alone.
I'll jump at every sound I hear.
I shall not sleep a wink.
Such a choking fear, a threat so clear,
I'll have not a moments rest, I think.
Please don't go outside tonight.
Please stay home with me.
I can hear the sirens even now.
Oh, the omens they foresee,
Shadowing what is to come,
Should we hazard the unknown.
Please, I beg, stay home with me.
And don't leave me alone.
Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler
A great poem of tragedies,galore. So sad. Great writings indeed.
eerily true
Brilliant, flowing and spooky. The fears within the mind often take precedence over actual dangers.
Dear NightOwl, // This is a very disturbing poem, because it is true, and because it is true about things that should not be--as Robert Pant sang, "What is and should never be." Yet there these thinks and their like are there, true, part of the truth of life, reality, the world, the dream within a dream. A well-written plea for shelter and company from and with another person. // If you know another person, really know that person, you can be sure that person is not the serial killer the police are looking for. My best friend Brian could never have been such. Never. The great irony is that when I took him under my wing and began to protect and take care of him, giving him shelter and company, it turned out that he too was giving shelter and company to me. Much more than he ever knew. I've suffered progressively my disease for three years. Today marks my first year of not having the company of my best friend Brian. At the start of this month I lost most of my insurance and medical coverage. Suddenly treatments that were scheduled and covered are in question. The previous treatment has begun to fail. The worst of it is there is pain. Yet with all that I endure and all that I probably will endure, the worsst is to be alone. I lost my true good friend Brian. Since June, I had found Elena, and I thought she loved me; but, when she found out about my medical issues, she told me she could handle being with someone with so many medical issues. It's really just a few, but serious. Now I am totally alone. I understand this poem and I feel what it says deeply. Nothing is worse than to be alone. --Michael
Perhaps being alone is safer than inviting anyone to stay with you.You never know who you can trust. Your partner may be the serial killer the police are hunting for
The stark reality of your words are spoken with such unfortunate truth. Another well written piece, my appetite has been whetted and I shall dine from table again. Your friend in words, Pete