Whenever... Poem by Bryan Taplits
Whenever...
Whenever I am beset and oppressed
When nightly shrouds of glum
Trail me and flow,
I slog through my dark depression-
Whereupon, I bounce up
Then go.
For it seems…
When the Sun‘s in sight-and starts its flight-
To reveal its scintillate floodlighted show,
It first hard slaps,
Then melts whole,
My nadir low
And dissolves all the gloom of night.
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