The Twilight Zone

The Twilight Zone short poem

The day bleeds slowly,
blots across the blackening sky,
red drips into the nothingness,
darkness overpowers the light;
I fly back to my lonely nest,
hunted by the crescent moon,
only the stars offer me sight,
I long to be embraced by half-death.

I fly across the desolate
wilderness of my weary soul,
seeking destiny to this life;
before my ashes turn to ashes
dust returns to the dust.
A few more breaths will end the day.

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Saurin Desai

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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Christopher S. Bunch

I really liked it, keep it up.

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@saurin_desai, the metaphors are rightly used and understandable. Dusk, as twilight is also called, marks the end of day and the start of night. It is a buffer zone between darkness and light. Although your title may be easily confused with that of a TV series, you stuck to your guns, so to say, and made a worthy poem. A nice read.

kwai chee low

A beautiful creation, the feelings of loneliness and haplessness are vividly displayed. Truly a lovely poem!


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