The flickering Christmas lights
Strown about in countless numbers
Bring an air of peace to my mind,
But sorrow too.
I know that, like them
We are but a light.
We flicker hoping, grasping
For some meaning more
Yet one day, I know
We will cease
And flicker no more.
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A Young Poet's Thoughts Upon Life
PoetryRandom Poetry (if you can call it that) I will just randomly write.
Lights
The flickering Christmas lights
Strown about in countless numbers
Bring an air of peace to my mind,
But sorrow too.
I know that, like them
We are but a light.
We flicker hoping, grasping
For some meaning more
Yet one day, I know
We will cease
And flicker no more.