Too many, oh so many,
Look out at the darkening horizon
Desperate for the lost light of halcyon days
Strained through a veil of raging vitriol
Stitched with long lists of grievances
Filtered akin to maple syrup,
Eliminating impurities
Like the pain and suffering of others
Leaving a golden mirage of greatness
An impossible oasis
Filled with true believers and quicksand
I want to curl up in a shell
Let the oceans pull me down
Hide in the darkest depths
And I may
For a while
But many, oh so many
Desperate for new light,
Not the pale reflections of the dim past,
Have cracked their shells
Thrown their veils aside
Search out new horizons
For the promise of brighter days
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
Comments (8)
Lovely use of the word prompts. Flowed so very well.
Loved this.
You are so good at this! I always find the prompt words restrictive rather than inspiring, even though they are always well-chosen. This is great.
Great use of the prompt words! Some really stunning lines. Especially “Desperate for new light, Not the pale reflections of the dim past,”
I too like the progression from darkness and despair to optimistic hope!
Such strong imagery! I loved this especially, "a golden mirage of greatness"!
Such a powerful piece ✨🔥
A moving, poetic perambulation from cynical withdrawal into despair to fresh hope. Most impressive!