Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2013
Sometimes we get lost in our darkness.
The only light beyond windows we keep covered in blinds
Someone opens them, someone closes
Yet no one seems to notice, nor tends to, the bleak starkness
The naked baren-ness behind those
Blinds that cease to conceal but rather reveal; a red rose
Enchanting and wondrous, I suppose
Not a soul knows about the treasure I find in the darkness.
John F Pinto
Written by
John F Pinto  Wherever my head rests.
(Wherever my head rests.)   
637
   Dlz, Lyz Elysian, st64, jude rigor and Leila
Please log in to view and add comments on poems