Five steps straight after hitting the floor,
Right after rolling down the bed,
Dark gloomy shadows of empty shards,
Seem like calling me with smokey whispers,
They stare in my eyes with all black and grunt,
I smile softly hypnotizing my thoughts,
Inhale them slowly inside my body,
Thus we can play a parody,
The corner is not a corner anymore,
A sky full of dark no twinkling stars around,
As I walk along the roads,
Thorns and roses black bow down,
There are no people just whispers and shapes,
Dark green eyes gloom to make you drowsy,
You wait for the next escape door to enter,
Are there any more left to ponder?
~Krupali
For reading other poetries written during NaPoWriMo:
Day 1: Untold Stories
Day 3: An Invitation