When I escaped my shelter
Sky ridiculed me
And turn red with anger
With unfathomable hatred
I was dazed and tired
Cluelessly looking around
Searching for answers
In waves of sand
Or directions
Or any sign
Even the faintest
Would’ve helped
But nothing happened
I felt like an ant
Lost in ocean
And heavyheartedly
He turned his back on me
Transcending into
Cold tones of darkness..
..
Written for OctPoWriMo 2018.
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Stoner on a rollercoaster 
Dan, your poetry is sometimes dark. I guess you are in that mood again.
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Lol it’s become permanent mood now.
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“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight”… Nonetheless, I would feel a spectre of menace, at such a red sky, any time of day.
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It’s been like this since 2 3 day. At sunset it’s getting pink then red..looks beautiful.
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This is, at times, how night’s forthcoming feels like. Thank goodness for sunrises!
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Yea and thank goodness sun rises everyday.
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