It's the
Flickering Shimmering
Endlessly unnerving
Blue light
That the television casts
In the unlit room
The audio drowns
Inside my mind
Becomes a soup
In a loop
It plays forever
A box of cereal
A gallon of milk
A Saturday night
Cause there was
Nothing better
If you could see
The darkest shadow
Hopelessly shallow
The eyes no life
Has ever seen
Silently watching
Unduly quivering
A point of view
To a better
Avenue
I have a dream...
I have a dream
To light the world
But can I even
End my night?
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Steps of a Ladder - A Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoetry is the art of conveying in little. That is, saying what you feel in a single verse. Sometimes rhyming, sometimes free. This is a collection of my most heart felt poems.
