It’s Dark Poem by Gert Strydom

It’s Dark



Its dark and the one light of my motorbike
cuts through the night.
In the distance traffic light upon traffic light
gleams a set red colour
and the dark night sky is clouded,
is torn open
by a bolt of lightning falling silver-white,
somewhere far away I hear a cannon shot resound.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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