Hush

As mentioned I wrote this back in October but didn't publish it for some reason. I really liked it after I initially wrote it, but now that I read it, it's kinda...meh, not that good. Oh, and it's a poem made of two sonnets, if you want to get technical. Though I can't give guarantees about the meter. About the subject, well, one can figure it out...


The sun sets to bring the day to its close,
As the world's day departs, my day I tread,
Since it begins once your ends, for I chose,
Not the path of light, but a path I dread.
For in such a dark state, upon a chill,
A sound I bereaved which broke and made anew,
Myself, my life it turned, and it did kill,
And I donned my fear, known to chosen few.
Now I stop and think before I descend,
Into that which now needs me more than I,
Lost have I love, all kinds, real or pretend,
Dry are the tears which descend from my eye.
I killed myself when on that day I chose,
My artifice, which from my death arose.

Now I fall into each and many eye,
Veiled from within, like me yet so unlike,
A circus of histories mock me, my-
Facade creates fear but I feel it alike.
I have seen they who make children laugh, kill,
Have heard questions with no answers save death,
Have seen the dust the bible quote fulfill,
And have relived my fears to keep the faith.
I wonder how much longer I must play,
This script I wrote, but read not; on this stage,
Seems my night will ne'er end to see that day,
My act will kill me 'fore I die of age.
But I did choose this my own cursed plight,
So now hush ... everything will be alright.