Dark days feed darker moods.
The emptiness of light
Physically intrudes
On the weary sight
Bludgeoning the eyes
Unrelentingly
Until they cannot rise
And hesitate to see
The good that glistens there
In every photon flying
Believing them all bare
Insentiate and dying
The heart is dull and cowed
While the head is bowed.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Lightless
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