I feel a bright light wash against my face.
"Who's there?" I cry out, in my confusion
as whispers float around and prove to lace
my curiosity further. Illusion
is what I thought occurred before me as
my blindfold kept me from seeing the light.
But they spoke to me; sincere concern pass
onto questions and outrage. "You should fight."
That's what they told me. I've never felt this
before. The compassion and the new brotherhood
moved me to tears. They healed me vis-a-vis
surgery and care. Perhaps there is good
In this horrible world. "And, if you can",
they said, "listen to us. We have a plan."
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
I feel a bright light wash against my face.
"Who's there?" I cry out, in my confusion
as whispers float around and prove to lace
my curiosity further. Illusion
is what I thought occurred before me as
my blindfold kept me from seeing the light.
But they spoke to me; sincere concern pass
onto questions and outrage. "You should fight."
That's what they told me. I've never felt this
before. The compassion and the new brotherhood
moved me to tears. They healed me vis-a-vis
surgery and care. Perhaps there is good
In this horrible world. "And, if you can",
they said, "listen to us. We have a plan."
