The Poetry month, my favourite, among so many others (my artistic heart is wide enough to make home for many more creative months) is underway, and so is my poetry. Here comes prompt No. 6 and it reminded me of the nights I spent during my university years, listening to the radio, reading books from my compulsory reading lists, smoking at my window and feeling alone…
April Poem-A-Day 06 – Night
Nights
When I dreamt of all I wanted –
mainly lying awake,
or smoking at the window.
Sadness painted my nails black
when I was deep down,
I thought I could see the night in them.
Inner overflowing painted my entire outfit black.
Nights of my college years,
I remember – soft,
lonely, and cold.
Filled with waking dreams
and futile wildness.
My nails, painted in shiny black
and a “friend” on my Facebook
now
only
remind me of those
young nights.
©2014, MK
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