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
© Frank Prem, 2017
November 2017 Poem #34: …of a cloud
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Yes! Just yes!
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Thank you, Anne.
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Beautiful flow of words.Loved the opening lines.
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Thank you, Megha.
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