the one white light shining through constantly
it flickers and waves but doesnt show sign of giving out
none can dowse it, but it will try
by blocking out the light like clouds in the sky
with sunlight peeking through, but does it really matter?
the sunlight doesnt stop the rain, or the storms, or the suffering
not even the sun can stop lightning
how i wish it could, but everyone knows that is futile
to hopelessly wish and blindly trust something you know wont make a difference
the clouds may cede, but will always show
the wind may be calming, but will always blow
the eminating glow
in the middle of the dark
has made its way through, despite all its faced too
it seems it will prosper
but that is a lie
the pulsating light covered by a red eye
of judgement, torment, silence, and stillness
of weakening, withering, poison, and illness
the white shine begins to fade
will it come back another day?
well not now, it seems
for the clouds are out again
the storm was brewing before
and it is sunset once more
YOU ARE READING
poetry by yours truly
Poetryive tried writing poems, but theyre not all that good... go easy on me
