When the sun sets….
When the sun sets and the dusk falls
Ceasing the merry bird calls,
Marking the beginning of that dark day
Known as the night, as most say,
It sends shivers down my spine –
I know it’s not the cold.
There are shadows all around
In various shapes they abound,
My eyes search for life
In stillness thick, I could cut with a knife.
Emptiness engulfs me,
And I struggle to get free
I can’t feel a thing,
And I can’t help but ponder
If I would wake up to the morning yonder.
nice one ... must say this one inspired me quite a bit ... thanks for that bit ... and apologies if the following piece sounds plagiarized ... have tried to stay original as far as possible :)
ReplyDeletei like to call it "emancipation"
when the morning comes, the cow lows
and with the first ochre ray
arrives a bright new sunny day
"get up go to work; it'll be fine"
and i feel shivers run down my spine
man, the water in the shower's cold
smartly dressed zombies all around
in all shapes and sizes they abound
am here to work, they say
not a trace of life, much to my dismay
man, the air 'round 'ere's cold
and as they try to bring me
into their fold; i ache to break free
feeling suppressed and trampled under
i can't help but reach out
to the feeling in them that's asunder
man, your hearts've gone cold
and i leap off the ledge
only to discover the sun on the sky's edge
i plummet toward the ground nether
the wind in my hair; light as a feather
without shackles, no gag made of leather
man, that was bold
jumping out from 'tween the walls
out into the sunset gold
flying with the birds, falling with the leaves
look ma, it's warm now, not a bit cold