The Light Poem by Wishful Dreams
The Light
In the dark
there will always be a light
But this light is dying out
Dying, dying why?
Why must the light die
Because this world is cruel and wrong?
How can the light grow again?
Shall I die and fight the dark
Or will somebody ells do it
People are selfish
Caring for nothing
They would let the light die
So I guess it’s up to me
To bring it back
But my heart is dark
So I will properly break
And follow the darkness to
- Wishful Dreams -
- Denmark -
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4/25/2024 9:21:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I was going to mention 'The light' in your last poem but didn't get a chance. Glad you seem to have found it again in this one. Stop thinking so much and conserve your energy, is something else I was thinking too much about. Smiling at you, advising you to keep wish filled drinking at the the top of your agenda. Tai