It started off as a glimpse of ray lights
dancing through a breach.
The murk of a foggy night starts to ingress.
Some say it’s just a stationary feeling
of weakness, even a Grinch.
Closer to an edge, how pitiful it is.
Maybe a grip, come what may,
a birth of hope’ll soon come true.
The darkness inside me may further ado.
A flicker of hope for a mysterious knight,
who knows who,
to come to rescue me, make my light through.
Last 30 posts on my #dailyjournal
- Pickles
- Living the Past
- Next Stop: Vocalist
- Tetris, My All Time Favorite
- My Cat Abandoned Me
- My Kind of Fiction
- Decide for Yourself
- “Always Forget What You Give”
- Le Cupole Lido in Action
- Is it An Advantage?
- Beware of the Girl
- Keep On Moving
- Embossed
- Relax and Stay Calm
- Take Me With You
- What is Your Truth
- Embarrassed
- Search Engine
- In This Together
- I Choose Me
- A Name For Myself
- I Am Currently Addicted to This Game
- Keep It To Yourself
- I Had a Good Laugh
- The Outcome of One Mistake
- Burn Boat
- Rejected
- The Dog Got Me Good
- When was the Last Time
- Care Too Much