A Light's Origin - Poem by Charles Monroe
Darkness holds us all
For falls are undesired
Children of the darkest light
All these thoughts die in my journal.
Darkness is the Mother stray
While the children are at play;
Every time we reach for Whisky
Everything seems not as risky.
What of they?
Have we not
denied our bests
Leave us as a thriving carcass
We, the Light, become
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