The Darkness Looming

They said, when it will be the darkest

You must know the dawn is near.

But it's not that dark yet

That I can still see my fingers

bleeding ink

My hands tied tight

And my face shadowed by

a solar eclipse

While my lips moaning

to the magnetism of the moon.

A wuthering typhoon

I breathe.

Smelling death

My chest_

awfully heavy…

So maybe it would be soon

But not yet

The darkest!

But the darkness looming

With an eye sneaking

direct over my head

No eyelets

Lifeless

His cold metallic gaze

Making certain

My voice doesn't

cross beyond this cell

I have imprisoned me

Sleep-deprived

Listening

howling at the mid-day light

Tumult

of the creatures of the night.

Then it must be Now

in the sky

Sculpting a diamond ring!

Or is it not?

Is it still not that dark yet

But the darkness looming?

Fouzia Mahin Choudhury is a freelance creative writer, lyricist, and an emerging poet. She is also a media communications professional; currently working with a research based audio-visual production hub Empty Yard.