Misty Eighteen

Poem by Rita Dang

There is a Grey area

Between the Black and White.

There is a century

Between the strides.

 

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

 

It’s raining outside again,

Sky is crying for the farewell.

It’s the time to say goodbye.

Bye, friends; bye, umbrella.

 

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

 

It’s another foggy morning.

Moon is still indistinct.

Like the dirt on my heart.

I lost my direction in that intersection.

 

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

 

A windy night is coming.

Winds are blowing fiercely.

I’m travelling on the road

With the heavy cargo on my back.

 

Tick, tock—

Tick, tock—

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