Dark Poem by Roy Ballard

Dark



So there is a party going on,
somewhere. She opened a door
and the light streamed out.
She was a good mother once,
or twice. Her smile said
'What, still in the dark? '
The light lit in my head,
light-house like. The door shut.
The new dark is very dark.
I cannot find the door.

Saturday, January 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,child,dark,darkness,lonely,loss,mother
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