Procrastinated decisions

I really wanted to write a dark poem

Of jutting eye sockets and running ghosts

But hey, dark eluded me

And so I wrote of the majesty

Of the sun that lights up dazed souls

Reminding them of the night

That was, I reminded man

Of his fellows wearing clashing colours

I find humour in such

And the occasional drunk upon being

 Stranded at cross-roads sleeps there

Till early morn, procrastinated decisions

But hey that is a stroke of genius!

C) Lorot Salem 2011

#  For Sunday Scribblings prompt #264 Shine