To end the night
Bloodshot eyes
And sore tomorrows
Awoken nights
So filled with sorrow
I take in my last breath
And remember the day
When all I would do
And all I would say
Freed the essence
That is me
Tumbling walls
And uneven bricks
Razed by a beast
And I, unable to fix
I swear I’ll fight
Tomorrow at dusk
Or maybe tonight
Eventually we’ll win
We'll end the night
I like the spirit of this Ghalia. I hope it has not been overlooked because you never seem to interact. I like the new style you are developing. It is compact, condence and ambiguous rather than vague. Keep it up. I am enjoying!
K.Q.
Eventually we’ll win ... yet the night comes back, so we must be vigilant.
amo,
Peter