PEACE AND PLIGHT.
For them, they aren't always bright,
Some express hope and light
Drownings into chaos and misery,
Of a world in jeopardy.
Peace lingers over our minds,
But the sun's rays come with distress.
They are the real humans, them.
Those and them in the chaos,
And those who speak of the chaos.
It is morning where I am,
But not so where they are.
They know of no light,
Just a sword and spear's fight.
Fight! Fight to talk of their plight,
Ignite, Ignite the spark of peace.
For it is might
Literature and the imagination are a way of life for me. I love connecting with what I can't see in the physical world.
I find myself walking along a road,
A road that winds up to form a fold,
Beside it forms two streets, each on either side,
And each street seems to be staring at me,