Thoughts flutter faster
than a humming birds wings,
Slivers of blood trickle down,
The truth splintered–
Lingering just out of reach.
The world colder now,
Never foreseen in the same sun again.
Hope still remains after defeat.
So I wrote this a few months ago for a poetry workshop and I received some great feedback from my peers. I decided to revisit and revise this piece. I hope you enjoyed it.
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one remember to turn on the light.