The Miserable Midnight Poem by Puja Chakraborty

The miserable midnight,
Hugs my thoughts in the moonlight.

Memories whisper,
creating a storm in my heart.
Like the old red shirt!
Nightmares hunt in my eyesight.
Just as a heartbroken deer,
Stares at its prey, silently shedding tears,
In miserable, unbearable fears.

I too gaze up at the gray skies,
Tears streaming down my eyes.

Seeking answers to my questions
From the supreme lord of our imagination.

I steer through the night like an owl,
In the darkness, a crying soul.

Like a predator, nightmares hunt silently
In the dead of night,
circling darkness, Shadowing light.