There's hope that dawn can proceed
the coming of the enemy
a destination without light
damning those who cannot fight
to find the start of a day
that hopeful spark seems delayed
when the sun is seen to climb
now distant from the troubled mind
the peak of dusk must be climbed
with chasms on the other side
blackness found is despair's lure
leading some to disappear
the rest aspire to carry on
find a reason to meet the dawn
it lays beyond twilight's realm
gateway past the sad goodbyes.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20200115.
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