Charles Monroe


A Light's Origin - Poem by Charles Monroe

Darkness holds us all
For falls are undesired
Children of the darkest light
Bright nocturnal
God's inferno
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?
Staring deaths;
Have we not
denied our bests
Leave us as a thriving carcass
We, the Light, become
from darkness.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 2, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 4, 2014


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