Poetry

Peace or something like it…

militant blog

It was dark, crisp and ripe
This day that never ends.
Eternity and illumination
A dream that needs to be believed
For fear of this aching brittle future.
I won’t remember when it is all done
When it is all over
The only respite in my woke state.
Trembling at the thought of possibility
That tomorrow could change, that this
Could end, that peace lies within reach.

© Inner Eye Prints 2018

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