Hiding under a surface,

It exploits light around it,

Sucking the surface around it,

The mist that flows through digs,

It fills with darkness and hunger,

The surface umbels,

Making the creatures come out,

As the sun rises up slowly,


It is almost daytime,

As the time stays by,

The creatures move to different surfaces,

Each of these surfaces,

Filled with all this darkness and hunger,

Was long to last by,

The sun finally rose up,

They all vanish into mist of darkness and hunger.

(By Sarah Shahzad, October 2020)

About author View all posts

Sarah Shahzad

2 CommentsLeave a comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

20 + thirteen =