Now, I don’t know where to begin,
So starting at the end makes sense.
The light has departed without a goodbye and,
Within seconds, the night has arrived without an invitation.
My mind is blanker than a clean page.
Here I am, guilty without being charged,
Without one knowing what I have committed.
I didn’t have time to correct but I still made mistakes.
That dark place surrounds me like a claustrophobic surrounded by walls.
As the minutes pass I know what to be expecting,
But for now, during these hours that darkness talks to me,
The night’s silence is the loudest form of communication.
I am shadow of death.
I cannot accept innocence.
That guilty conscious won’t allow to me
I am liable for the murder of time.
POEM – GUILTY CONSCIOUS
BY RAMAIZE ATIQUE DMU UNIVERSITY,
LEICESTER
ENGLAND
1 comment:
Dear Ramaize,
My favourite lines here are:
"The light has departed without a goodbye and,
Within seconds, the night has arrived without an invitation."
Here, you find a way of defamiliarising the commonplace (i.e. the arrival of night). Some of the rest of the poem is a little unfocussed - perhaps you need a slightly more concrete sense of place and narrator. Still, a very interesting piece - thanks for posting.
Jonathan
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