Nightwatch Poem by mimi brown
Nightwatch
I wait at night
for the man to come.
Tired of daylight dawning.
Eyes blinded wide
in deep resistance.
Warm coffee, acrid lips
bitter lung cannot
breathe a breath.
I wait at night
for the man to come;
the eyes have lost the colors
of darkness to blue,
too red to see.
This was an interesting read and the words feel like they where written with heart felt conviction. The creative use of colour gives a vibrant ending to your poem. Excellent 10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 8:45:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very interesting, different than others, well written.10+