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Night Sky
by Vrinda AgrawalTake the night sky in my hands and squeeze the darkness out of it,
Hear it scream with pain, see my hands stained with its blood.
The stars detach themselves from the sky and fall to the ground,
The moon, once out of reach, now lies at my feet crying in the mud.
11/23/2008 Posted on 11/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Vrinda Agrawal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/23/08 at 09:25 PM WOW! That must hurt! But who? You or the sky? The sky will be back tomorrow night and will squeeze it again? Is it the dark or lonliness that you try to squeeze from the night? |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/23/08 at 11:24 PM ...powerful write, so now i'll know where to go when i can't find the moon, at your feet...good one. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/24/08 at 05:46 AM Absolutely wonderful, haunting stuff. That last line, in particular. |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 11/27/08 at 02:56 AM Great imagery. Great job! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/28/09 at 01:54 AM Wow! I don't know if this is anguish or taking control. Powerful imagery. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/08/10 at 01:33 PM profound. this poem. and achingly beautiful and sad. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/01/13 at 01:39 AM Good to see this as POTD! |
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