Hour 21, Poem 27

Running through the empty streets
On dark streets in empty night
Silence surrounds me like a shroud

Nothing to see, just my own dissipating breath
I can only hear my own life signs
Waiting for them to fade away

But in the darkness, something shines
As the cloud shifts to reveal
The stars and the moonlight

And just the view of that round sky rock
Dark in itself but still reflecting light
Has me stopping and just staring

The halo around the moon reminding me
Of something long forgotten,
A promise that makes me move again

And this time its not the darkness I see
This time it’s the gentle moonlight comforting me
As I, towards a new tomorrow, take off running.

One thought on “Hour 21, Poem 27

  1. This is a beautiful poem Bhasha! I really enjoy the off centred repetition of the first two lines… I love many of your word choices such as the “round sky rock” to describe the moon. There is a certain quiet beauty about this poem. The last line just may need some work. It doesn’t have the same rhythm and feel as the rest of your poem.

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