I have always worn a new day crisp with hope,
It’s only the nights that have been hard to cope,
Like a wardrobe of choice apparels, they present,
Yet stick to my skin without my will or consent!
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Look tonight; I am flaunting fear and depression,
Uncertainty of the future that’s longing progression,
It wraps my wishful heart in a blinding possession,
It strangles my courage into a failed submission!
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The other night, sporting strength and confidence,
I made a vision to follow with unbreakable obedience,
Move against the odds and ahead with persistence,
Survive with dignity and help others with sustenance!
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Some nights, I find myself in a robe of sadness,
I shatter for hours with self-pity and helplessness,
Love that I have lost will always be my weakness,
Spreading through my veins is a wreaking loneliness!
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Rare nights, I don a warm attire of joy and gratitude,
A smile on my face blushed with a positive attitude,
I humbly admire all the blessings in my lifeβs servitude,
I find my true self in the sweet ambience of my solitude!
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A few nights ago, in the boots of a curious explorer,
I scavenged worlds mysteries as an obsessed devourer,
Manifesting the universe secrets like a mastered conjurer,
In this fantasy-filled moment, I became a great sorcerer!
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Occasionally, in a cosmic gown, I sit under the starlight,
And count the in numerous stars to my soul’s delight,
I bathe under the serene glow of the silvery moonlight,
But also absorb the calmness of dark moonless nights!
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Most nights, I adorn a mundane emptiness and void,
Inflicted by a droughted mind, from thoughts I am devoid,
Numbed from all sentiments as if high on toxic opioid,
Trapped in a dark space, I choke and act paranoid!
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Night after night, I change into feelings that touch deep,
My only complaint is that they don’t allow me to sleep,
Is there no silken form, putting me into much-needed rest?
Will these emotions of the night forever keep me at unrest!
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Night’s Wardrobe is dedicated to all those people who juggle with various thoughts and emotions at night. The ones that touches you in every possible way but does not put you into a calm state of sleep or rest. I hope you will read and enjoy the piece. Take care, Rain Alchemist.
Beautifully written, V! The form is lovely and well-paced. It made me think of the ocean shore where just as your mind notices the quiet of the receding waters, it is dowsed with the roar of the next crashing wave. A relentless action that holds no pause. Well done, my friend!
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Thanks, Brad; the idea of each night presenting like a dress was first fascinating; then I thought it’s absurd; how am I going to relate it to emotions. But somehow, I did. Like you mentioned the idea of the poem was unrest, a sntaza of peace then the roar. You beautifully correlated it with the ocean waves. Thanks for reading and your consistent support ππ
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My pleasure, V!
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I have been there….Often!
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Thanks a lot for reading and relating to this poem π
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Words from your heart, life’s pain and pleasure. Larger than what the body can hold. The heart of hearts is not limited by space and time. Allow it the freedom to work its magic. Liberating yourself…
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Thanks a lot for reading and your valuable suggestion. For sure will be taking it to consideration ππ
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