#NaPoWriMo2023 : DAY 28

 

Behind the dusted curtains 

of night’s illusion,

there’s a slaty candle,

liting, peeping through hole,

lightening the archaic balcony.

One might get lost,

mislead on the streets,

scratchy graveled paths of ghosts,

but there’s something 

so sad,

hanging on the black trees,

one might fail to look beneath

the shades of branches,

whether it jeopardize the lives

or deaths of souls.

Let’s travel there once,

to know the secrets of cursed land,

all deserted and blank.

You never know,

the possibility of miracles.

Prompts:

• Scratch #thealiporepostpoetrymonth @thealiporepost
•  Write a poem that captures the haunting and melancholic beauty of a deserted city #ebanapowrimo'23 @elitebookawards