Darkness – a poem

Yesterday the night landed on its head

The morning sun shone on its wounded scalp

Still held upside down, suspended

From the debris of the darkness it crashed

Today there’s a crowd there

Trying to figure out if it’s a dead tree

Or the tentacles of a strange creature

Struck by misfortune when the sun wasn’t looking

The crowd turns a moment to the sound of another crash

When they turn back, there’s nothing

The wounded night has disappeared

Morphed into soot, hidden in the crevices below their feet

As they walk away, they carry with them traces

Night has lodged itself in their foot steps and their folds

Wounded darkness has found a place

It rests with everyone

Tomorrow when the night returns

it will be heavier and darker than before

– Maninder

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