Light in the dark,
I question your dismay,
call into question the rain in this may,
somehow no clouds in the sky, yet a tyrant rain,
finds me without a chance to fight, small and prey,
on my knees, such a sight, begging while I pray,
I see you seeing the lines I write, with existence as my way,
not a pen, nor a pencil,
not soul nor spirit,
simply living,
an action,
like spilled ink,
All together let us say,
the horrors tossed our way,
without fear, only silence,
rememberance.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
Light in the dark,
I question your dismay,
call into question the rain in this may,
somehow no clouds in the sky, yet a tyrant rain,
finds me without a chance to fight, small and prey,
on my knees, such a sight, begging while I pray,
I see you seeing the lines I write, with existence as my way,
not a pen, nor a pencil,
not soul nor spirit,
simply living,
an action,
like spilled ink,
All together let us say,
the horrors tossed our way,
without fear, only silence,
rememberance.