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Your friend in poetry, Susan
FEATURED POEM
Pitch Black
Widened my eyes into the black
On the cold floor, lay me perplexed
Endless darkness aloft
Icy fire through my spine.
I shut it, the curtains of light
Slowly inhaled and eased my skin
Opened again and I saw it,
The big black box, where I lie.
Pushed my hands, on the cold floor
Rose above, my chilling spine
Couldn't believe the magnanimity I saw
An elegant engraved black metal door.
My feet got colder with each step I took
My hands weighing me down like a thousand gravity
My heart couldn't bear the thirst anymore
To turn that golden knob and into the wilderness
Or grotesque, who knows.
Another black box, a loftier one
I turned around, the door slammed back
Shuddered, I saw it another metal door
A sinister one, a mile ahead
I picked my pace but no longer did it move
Still as air, I stood and watched
Everything, just a trance.
If only I resisted my frivolous urge, just so
My legs'd have the freedom it deserved
But now I stand in this Pitch Black
Nowhere to go, seamlessly lost.
Ma'm,
I'd be delighted if you would comment on this poem. I wrote it a day ago and wanted to know your opinion about it.
Thanking you,
Diya.