The lightbulb flickers,
And goes out, dead.
Darkness coats the room,
It's unspoken, but said.
Rattling fences,
Twisted in chains.
There's a cracking of the air,
Another soldier slain.
Underneath the desk,
Our eyes close shut.
A faraway noise,
Feel a sick twist in our gut.
The lightbulb flickers,
And then burns bright,
Like a flame of faith,
In the darkest of nights.
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𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀
Poetryeunoia [ yoo - noy - uh ] · Greek (n.) a pure and well balanced mind. a good spirit. "Beautiful Thinking" highest rankings: #24 in poetry #24 in poetrycollection #5 in think #1 in haiku #15 in feel
