The Poetry Marathon

THE NIGHTLY RITUAL 

Thirst claws

Neck burns

The nightly ritual starts

Silent street

Lone figure

The thick fog parts

The smell

The heart

Invites the predator today

Slow walk

Terrified breaths

Scared prey silently prays

Dark watcher

Blank eyes

Traces the sustenance steps

Sudden noise

Swishing air

Turns with startled gasp

Muffled scream

Snapping throat

The hunt ends tonight

Any guess what this is about? I hope you like it.

Like a white dot

In a black canvas

Like a drop of water

In a sandy desert

Like a rainy cloud

In a sunny day

Like a wisp of air

In an enclosed space

I found something rare

Something that exist in hope

A real glorious thing

In a fake dark world

I held it to my heart

While my rational brain fears

Every second filled with dread

Losing something so precious

The first real feeling of love

Dreading the thought of letting go

Then you look at me

Same fear shining in eyes

And it doesn’t matter

The world is dark

Cause dark it maybe

Terrifying the feeling be

The hope, the world, the cloud

Everything we want is in us

Note: Because of a small crisis I wasn’t able to do the first hour but I’ll do an extra hour after these 24 hours. Hopefully you like this.

Hi, I am Unpredictable Easty. This is the last day before Marathon and I have just finished my registration. I had missed my first registration mail and it’s only by chance that I saw it today. Thank God for that.

I am ready to write poems and to stay awake the whole time, hopefully. I don’t know what I would write but that had never stopped me before so I am hoping for a good enough miracle this time too.

I hope to have lots of fun with this.

Thank you for taking me in this Marathon!