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
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