Nightly Routine Poem by Sanjukta Nag

Again a night of melancholic blindness
Decides to crawl towards me like a creepy reptile
Through the cracks of my bedside window.

Rustling trees took off their silvery robes
To leave me quivering with your frozen thoughts
That'll eventually entangle my throat.

My ignorant hands are piercing darkness
To touch you but failing miserably each time
With a face black and blue with shame.

Maybe I need a new sun for erasing
The rusted hopes and dreamlessness of midnight
From the labyrinth of this solar system.