A sinewy man resides in the shadows
Of my shanty home. Darkness is his
Continual ally, I am told. He never comes
Out and here I am, waiting for an ambush.
Everyone tells me I see things, I hear people
And I imagine scenarios. Nevertheless, I let
My imagination run wild; like the unhinged
Bulls of Spain. I yearn for his touch; I desire so
Much. I wait for the day when he will acquaint
Me with his companion-darkness. I too will
Meddle in-without an ounce of hesitation or
Sporadic jolts of excitement and a disheveled mind.
Hi everyone! If anyone reads past the poem, please read this CAREFULLY. This is one of my favorite poems that I have written and much to my surprise, this has been rejected by many literary magazines in the past two weeks. Therefore, I want to hear your opinion, your words. Tell me why this poem got rejected. And, tell me how I can improve my writing. Please help.
Other than that, it’s that time of the year, you know, when you get rejected by various colleges overseas and turn ominous in a split second. That is me right now. Nevertheless, I hope this poem lifts your spirit somehow.
Yours forever,
Avantika.
Avantika Singhal /timidandvivid 