As the night unfolds
its quietness,
and distance
is silenced,
and movement
is carpeted
into echoing
rumbles,
a sight unveils
all once blinded
by day light,
by the hazardous
ransom of rush,
and it appears
before me
what lays
within
a trap of sand,
breaking down
the bones of will,
grinding morrow
into the narrowness
of a held back
gesture,
it appears
before me,
naked
like a stillbirth,
my solitude.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
As the night unfolds
its quietness,
and distance
is silenced,
and movement
is carpeted
into echoing
rumbles,
a sight unveils
all once blinded
by day light,
by the hazardous
ransom of rush,
and it appears
before me
what lays
within
a trap of sand,
breaking down
the bones of will,
grinding morrow
into the narrowness
of a held back
gesture,
it appears
before me,
naked
like a stillbirth,
my solitude.
29.01.2016
one-sentence poem; a prompt from pw.org
