Manthra Hariharan Poet Personification

All Alone I Stand

All Alone I Stand

Dark, dreadful, 
Deep and Deceptive is the night,
In the wilderness I stand
With a fear of those
Inhabiting the wild.

Dark and gloomy is the sky and path ahead,
Destroying hopes is the darkness,
And, deceiving both mind and heart!
Is the sense of direction way night.

The shivering of leaves,
The cold wind blowing along my 
Cheeks,
Both bringing the fears of night,
Creepy shadows,
Puddles shallow,
Path narrow,
Yet I try to seek some light, 
In the wilderness I strive.

Complete silence, not a soul around,
Not a sound of any creature
And no path laid by a human,
Amongst the trees I stand
Lost from my kind,
I know now for sure,
All my friends, foes and acquaintances close,
Just left me behind alone.

My only companion in this night
Is the moon and its light,
I am alert
I am ready
Waiting to face any of nature’s difficult testimony…!

All alone I stand,
Myself with courage and waiting for
Down to triumph the 
Deceptive dark.

By 
Manthra ©
August 10th, 2015

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Skat A August 23, 2015 at 12:15 AM Manthra, Congratulations on having your poem featured on the homepage. **SKAT**

Richard Lamoureux August 12, 2015 at 8:14 AM Welcome to the Soup, you will fit in Nicely. I enjoyed reading your work this morning.

Manthra Hariharan August 11, 2015 at 11:15 PM Thank you for all your wishes and love!!!

Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 11, 2015 at 10:34 PM Congrats on ur awesome poetry n win Manthra!

Eve Roper August 11, 2015 at 11:09 AM Congratulations on your win hugs eve

Skat A August 11, 2015 at 10:37 AM Congratulations on your win.... SKAT

James Inman August 11, 2015 at 9:20 AM Manthra, lovely poem

Ian Jones August 10, 2015 at 6:04 AM Reading your poem reminds me of the dark times after bereavement when having been used to my wife beside me, her warmth and the sound of her breathing, suddenly there was nothing and the nights became interminably long and the sense of loneliness overpowering. As you say the dawn is welcomed to overpower the echoing darkness. Might not be how you meant it but it is how it has spoken to me. Kind regards, Ian