-- Nocturne --

The night comes, now I seclude within the home
Granting no privileges for it narrates its epitome
Decrying our presence as it resonates darkness
Depriving of vision, we flee to our own brightness

For the night will not contemplate upon our weeps
For its dominion ceases respect as it creeps
We sing our own rigged tale of entrapment
As we continue through the night, with or without predicaments

We chant as we're cocooned in our own bubble
An opaque bubble, which we're oblivious like rubble
Since rubble is not a normal jigsaw puzzle to solve
We go on with our music, as our bodies devolve



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Poem no. 104
May 31, 2020, 10:29 AM (GMT+8)

Notes:
1. This is related to the current COVID-19 Pandemic.
2. Tomorrow will not be a poem this time. ��
3. Tomorrow as well will be June! A whole month of posts await! ��