Stars are brighter in the dark

[wasellajam]

I gave this path my steps, my time, my days
with books and prayers. The signs seen everywhere. 
A cosmic dance in time and beat aligned,
yet songs were not created to repeat.
They slowly fade to shadows of their past.
The lights then dimmed, the sweetest sounds grew still.
I felt a tug to earth, a spiral down, 
and looking up while silence made a sound.


I sat and stared. The monsters stared back too.
Their eyes reflected deeper truths to me.
The air is thinner on those lofty plains
with feelings which are limited and fake.
I'm left to pick up pieces heaven let go
that fell like quiet rain. I'm soaked again.
I'll take these times of quiet rage rehearsed 
to blaze a darker path concealed from all.

I thought i had this creature crucified 
It hid from me with venom in it's eyes.
Their words fell sweeter than a summer breeze
but really blew like barren winter gales 
They told me to be grateful. Raise my vibe.
Instead of drowning in these murky tides.
It wraps me like a blanket worn and old.
I hide from you, but not this inner cold. 



*This was written more for meter practice, but I tried to convey a deeply personal message as well

Hi, Whisperer, one line stops me each time and makes me lose confidence in what is otherwise a strong, coherent poem.
yet songs were not cr
"yet songs were not created to repeat."

This is exactly why songs were created, to be repeated, to tell a story in a way people would remember and pass on. Are you meaning this line in some other way that I am missing?

Aside from this I think you managed to pull off a poem about a subject that most don't describe so clearly. Thanks for posting.

This is exactly why cated to repeat.