Lights
A fire
A clear glow
Radiant, and rich
It gives us the power to see the good
And bad
The beauty's
and monsters
We can either follow the light
Or hide behind curtains of a rayless abyss
A disconsolate lifeless body without the joy of radiant rays to fill the dull darkness
These people don't like sunburns.
YOU ARE READING
Grieving
PoetrySometimes it's hard to put emotions into words, so I shall just bleed onto the paper. Life sucks sometimes so read some of this and maybe you can relate.
