forgotten : the night

I was the forgotten one
the day
the sun forgot

left churning
in the dark

no ray of light
no beaming smile
ever found me

the chill
of colour noir
I made my own

turned my back
on belated entreaties
turned my back
to sorry sounds

I turned my back
on day

I claim
the night

I am the night

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© Frank Prem, 2017

November 2017 Poem #34: …of a cloud

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