Somber, alone, dark
sky above; below its mark
Flash bright my eye it hit
bottomless, a long winding pit!
Evasion an easy hand-out
Tough - them pangs, any doubt?
A callous wave for one,
tacit quiver there'd be none?
Every moonlight, every star
awaited early, doors ajar
Same stars, same moon
appear oh too soon!
The moon now a sign –
werewolves show up, all nine
And dark looming clouds
guise those stars in crowds!
Fear a big fear
distanced ones albeit near!
Heart stole words aplenty
were there ten, were there twenty?
Takes over refusal over nod
linger on don't they – something odd?
Acidic; they sure sting
behind those pupils they are, they cling!
P.S: If following colors were the trend, the light always top over the dark!
trying times are no time to quit trying...
Friday, September 25, 2009
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