Contemplate

The street lights slept
The far away trees faded in darkness
The lull above the horizon
And i was left
Behind the panes,bereft;
Bereft of my sense
Bereft of my soul
As i saw the apparition
Satan;ghoulish like a demon
Approaching;
And then i could hear a thousand cries
Resounding and fading into silence
And a thousand faces behind the panes
Frantic to escape their penance.

The night was dead
For souls to contemplate
In the graveyard of spirits
Amidst the spooky jumble
To tread deep into the jaded jungle.





Poetry by suraj
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Written on 2007-05-21 at 08:12

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