Poetry

Cycle

Poem about day and night

by Jey Geethan

I opened my eyes,

For the first time,

Sun was bright,

Warm and cozy.


I took my steps,

Stumbling first,

Falling next,

Balancing myself again.


The warmth in the air,

Helped me to understand,

Walking is learning,

A learning never undone.


I ran,

I jumped,

I created,

I ruled.


Suddenly,

Warmth was fading,

I felt coldness in my skin,

Light was dimming.


Darkness was upon me,

As a human not exposed,

To darkness,

I was fearful.


Skies were dark,

I caved in,

Rolled into a fetal position,

With tears in my eyes.


Night clouded the skies,

With no light,

Like the devil upon a soul,

I was scared.


I waited,

WIth no hope,

Suddenly,

A ray of warmth hit my skin.


Sun peeked,

Into my cave of darkness,

Eyes were bright,

Heart rejoiced.


I ran,

I jumped,

I created,

I ruled more.


I learnt,

Nights are,

Passing by,

Days are to live by.




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