forgotten : the night

Frank Prem

I was the forgotten one
the day
the sun forgot

 

left churning
in the dark

 

no ray of light
no beaming smile
ever found me

 

the chill
of colour noir
I made my own

 

turned my back
on belated entreaties
turned my back
to sorry sounds

 

I turned my back
on day

 

I claim
the night

 

I am the night

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2017 00:04
  • Category: Surrealist
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Comments3

  • Michael Edwards

    You've surpassed yourself Frank - this is a real cracker

    • Frank Prem

      Thanks Michael. Some are more inspired than others.

    • orchidee

      Good write Frank.

      • Frank Prem

        Cheers O. Thank you.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Powerfully worded this short-line result of being forgotten - - dark and unforgettable Frank - - and the form you chose creates the chill so well.

        • Frank Prem

          Thanks Fay. Night had to happen somehow, I reckon. Oh, that neglectful sun!



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