My Ranting Place

Alight shoulders?

Engulfing darkness,
Seeping coldness,
Encaging blankness.
What were the odds of them coming
At me combined, with their guns blazing?
'A little to none' was what I was thinking.
Perhaps, that was the thought where I was lacking.

Wanting to scream,
But trying to beam.
Desperately wanting to let go,
The world that looked so blue.
Yet, my eyes seeked unique hues;
Other than shades of random blues.

So up I go,
Leaving the dark
Towards the spark;
That will ignite
A stream of lights
Of such colours that it will be a sight
Which makes shoulders alight
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Hajirah Writes