Dusk to Dawn
By ,
Abhishek Raghuvanshi ’96
I sit on a rock as cold as death
and gaze at the dying sun.
Grief too heavy for my eyes to bear;
my spirit and sun are one.
My nerves of steel become soft as wax
and drip at least strain.
Despair cuts through my sinking heart
to cause no blood but pain.
I think of people, of things and places;
they seem a dream forgotten.
I stand alone, an isolated being;
worthless and rotten.
Hours crawl by, but fear to touch me;
they think I am space.
My senses leave me like an unfaithful friend
and reality is but a haze.
Light slaps me with a motherly hand
and drives the blood inside.
The morning sun with a shining face
climbs the sky with pride.
Rivers flow and birds fly
to kiss the clouds again.
My plagued self begins to desire
as life flows back in my veins.
I think of people, of things and places;
they call me back again.
I think of valleys and mountaintops
with my feet on them.
I speak aloud, they answer back;
the voices loud and clear.
"They care for me, they always have,
they were always there."
I think of roses and meanders green,
of little things so dear.
I find the road that lay hid
but had always been so near.
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