I open the pressure hatch,
let myself out,
into the murky, Sodium coloured world
–their midnight,
my hour to trek back, I did time,
to the beach,
finding warmth in the cold waves,
and a colder moon.
I dread the darkness in sunlight,
I must be him;
I see bright lights in darkness,
I am him, the Devil.
let myself out,
into the murky, Sodium coloured world
–their midnight,
my hour to trek back, I did time,
to the beach,
finding warmth in the cold waves,
and a colder moon.
I dread the darkness in sunlight,
I must be him;
I see bright lights in darkness,
I am him, the Devil.
4 comments:
hey leslie your poem is nice.
It's great specially the last line..so true :-)
thank you bhawana,
The Devil is a metaphor here. But the devil has always been a metaphor right through human history :-)
thank you joe
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