Pre Dawn
The Earth is wrapped in choking darkness
with only a tiny moon projecting dim rays
Eery shadows and shapes floating on this stage
surrounded by props of suffocating quiet
Unknown noises and a distant bird’s call
the only distractions in this play
Emotions of loneliness and despair
creep into the mind, if permission is granted
But I lay wrapped in my comforting knowledge
after dark and quiet will always come The Light
English
Reblogged this on Sal's Word & Photo Addiction and commented:
Even if I wrote this poem a while ago it somehow seems appropriate to repost for Anzac Day tomorrow.