Long-Feared Night

satishverma

Eyes half-shut, you are seeing, 
unseeing to house the failing light. 

When the tornado writhes down, will 
you come to clean the rubble? 

And splash the bird, the sky in purple? 

I am afraid of myself 
to explore the craft of non-living. 

When the silence descends, I will 
know myself, like the bone of Buddha. 

The words will not give 
any relief, whipped into terror.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2018 19:58
  • Category: Nature
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    by then...
    too late for words...



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