Darkness Bids a Bye

Of spoils of which I tell

In their lapse my memories fell,

I recall a blurry grey voice

Which tasted ice, for fire to suffice-

“What watchful eye the predator wears

Incessant intrusions of memories engage”

 

The answer to his questions I do seek

When the moon is shy and night at peak.

An impasse and intricate cogs

Muddle my sight of prayer,

Then a voice which sounds far but seems near

Screams loud for me to hear:

“Long have I been in a ceaseless epoch

Burning in the rivulets of reveries

But then a light so abhorred from my abyss I made

To thwart my appeasing forlorn fate”

 

I hear such voices every night

When times’ nimbus cloak lullabies my sight.

Outside the morning sleeps- away from night.

 

 

                        Fetus~

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Each time I read poetry from a Poet with great skill from India. I'm impressed with the school system. I like how you used the language. Making your point with powerful statements and great skill.
"An impasse and intricate cogs
Muddle my sight of prayer,"
A strong ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Arielle Ann]

aww...amazing...really! one of my favorites!

[Manpreet]

Lovely poem ! I find the title extremely catchy!