-- Nocturne --The night comes, now I seclude within the homeGranting no privileges for it narrates its epitomeDecrying our presence as it resonates darknessDepriving of vision, we flee to our own brightnessFor the night will not contemplate upon our weepsFor its dominion ceases respect as it creepsWe sing our own rigged tale of entrapmentAs we continue through the night, with or without predicamentsWe chant as we're cocooned in our own bubbleAn opaque bubble, which we're oblivious like rubbleSince rubble is not a normal jigsaw puzzle to solveWe go on with our music, as our bodies devolve#poetry #pandemic #covid19 #covid #nocturne #night #bubble #cry #sleep #cocoon #absent #light #hope #darkness #mirakee #alxita_may_twenty #ceesrepostsPoem no. 104May 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!
We sing our own rigged tale of entrapment, as we continue through the night, with or without predicaments©___alxita