The Night Awaits The Day
written by: Barsha
The night awaits the day;
The day treads the way for the night;
With the drowning sun
and the rising darkness,
the seconds of this balmy time
pass by,
making my existence:
howling
grumbling
groaning
wailing
sobbing
incessantly.
As each night shrinks
And each day floats,
The void inside me
Digs itself deeper and deeper into deepest;
That drags me into the dungeons of darkness,
To rip me apart – layer by layer;
With every curl of air, I intake.
The hovering zephyr,
While passing through the windows of desperation,
Sometimes,
Tries to inject itself into the black pores
of my parched skin
The roasting aroma of hope.
The maimed heart — caught between
those callous ribs
Tends to breathe;
A voice so infant raises its head
and Whispers (begs)
For a dawn salubrious.
But, Alas!
Within a blink of an eye,
The howling gust of reality
Nefariously muffles it down.
Sigh!
Pity to this haplessness —
That every time and anytime,
sluggishly push myself
For a slumber ephemeral,
To kill all this time.
But, miserably and menacingly
it only passed by.
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