A brilliant lightA Poem by Moonjean
Fool's many as they make their last journey in life; everything seems so right at the end of the tunnel the brightest of lights.
Suddenly, reaching the end, our spirit in cold hands, fear and despair in obscurity, franticly sensing no one’s there.
A brightness you fear to reach, in great hopelessness, and in hesitancy, you cry out, is anyone there! No one hears; no one answers, and no one cares.
Where is the light that seems clear, and bright, but now has disappeared out of sight?
© 2012 Moonjean |
Stats |