Bleak Sight

Day 5

#Napowrimo2021 #Glopowrimo2021

A challenging prompt: to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original so my poem is based on Emily Dickinson 

~ "Time feels so vast that were it not" -Emily 

Dickinson

Through the window, a bleak sight

For the time being...

I watch a  dance of death

End of the day , a fearful sleep

Till my eyes reach, it’s suffering

Begging for forgiveness

For the sins of world

On the  day of Easter 

Through the window, a blind sight

Kalpana’s imagination