Michael Maul Poet Free verse

8 Hours a Night

As I stare at the night sky my mind wanders to a place I dare not go during waking hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour. 
My only sorrow is that it will last a mere 8 hours.

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Regina Mcintosh October 2, 2023 at 9:35 AM Interesting, intense, enjoyed. God bless you always, Love, Gina

Valsa George September 25, 2023 at 8:55 PM A beautiful poem. "a song of apathy which has no lyrics ". I love this phrase much. Thanks Michael for your visit to my page.

Charlotte Puddifoot September 25, 2023 at 1:54 PM intriguing, evocative piece..i like looking at the night sky, twilight is my favourite time of day..thanks for reading and commenting on my work

Robert Lindley September 24, 2023 at 7:14 PM Very good poetry my friend. This one really hit me strong. "" Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour. "" A fav for me.. ... God bless you.

Sotto Poet September 24, 2023 at 6:32 PM Your writing is exceptional, capturing the essence of emotions and evoking great skill. Your imagery is well executed. I thoroughly relished the beautiful poem you crafted, Michael, thanks for your uplifting comment on my page.

Karen Jones September 23, 2023 at 10:55 PM Engaging and very unique.