In my room, where daylight dares not tread,
restless in thought, in bed, I lay my head;
once freed from coma's grip, so cold and bold,
the moon's comfort sought, in night's embrace, I hold.
Its light through panes would softly glide and creep,
bringing tranquil sleep, in dreams so deep;
but now my windows, darkened from the day,
keep sun's harsh ray at bay, in shadowed fray.
Eyes once wide to light, now shun its glare,
endless night, a self-made lair,
moon's ray, once soothing, now but a ghostly light,
lost in the fight of endless night.
So hear my words, a warning shared in strife,
in darkest times, seek out life's light.
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Whispers of the Soul: Poetic Reflections by D.E. Berthiaume
PoetryWelcome to a realm where words weave magic and emotions dance in rhythm. In this space, I will be sharing an array of my poetry, each piece a window into the soul's myriad hues. From the delicate whispers of love and longing to the powerful echoes o...
