De-light
Ketyusha Das
Published Winter 2021
I sat in the sun
On a rainy day
I had no home
But found a place to stay
Tended to the fire
It’ll keep me warm
But I kept my distance
For things could go wrong
Picked up a shovel
Moved some snow
Even though I liked it
Better before
Cooked some meat
But I ate it raw
Chose the rarer
A popular thought
Begged the sun
To arise
Danced with the rain
For the glaring eyes
Stayed up screaming
Through the night
Claimed to love
Love the full Moon’s light
Now I sit back
It’s reflection time
Only to ask
Is this reflection mine?
I sat in the sun
On a windy day
Tied me up
So I won’t sway
Tried to make a fire
It’s warmth I craved
But the wind was stronger
Last straw was too brave
Picked up a shovel
And dug a grave
If no one died
corpses could be made
Killed for meat
But it had some flaws
Starved the night
Ate up the stars
I hissed at the sun
I Love the moon
Need the darkness
In order to bloom
No one hears me
In the night
I get blinded
By the daytime’s light
Now I sit back
It’s reflection time
Only to ask
Why there’s no light
Last I remember of
The girl that used to be
She sat in the sun
Wanting to leave
She sat with the devil
Near a deep blue sea