The Dark Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

The Dark



With a probing thumb
he flicks on
cold electric sun-
light, filling his here-
and-now against
night pressing in.

In the window
he watches the dark,
his frail shape
staring back,
as if from beyond
the glass, trying
to get in.

Monday, October 19, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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