Dusk.

(Poem from my journal in 2k14)

“Dusk.”

From nautical twilight to dusk,

light vanishes into the darkness of our vast sky.

The night births wondering minds.

Much to our dismay…

births terror.

Worthlessness.

Bewilderment.

and the spark is gone.

A unique spark that was given to each one of us since the very beginning.

A spark that we once grasped in our hands,

potentially lost in the depths of despair and fear.

Nonetheless, with the weight of the world embodying the very shadows found amongst the walls in a black out;

there is hope.

Through this immense fog of doubt;

there is hope.

There is hope.

Oh it rings through my ears.

There is hope.

There is a fire.

A beautiful fire.

There is light.

It is there.

Life is possible.

It is ours.

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