To this.. a beautiful day.
It came as many just the same.
But today came on different light,
I question if I’d see the night.
For today brought no hope,
Nor ray of light through thickened smoke.
Just pieces from a troubled past,
Tear at my soul like bits of glass.
There are no words that come to mind,
That bring comfort in this lowest time.
Just sounds of somewhere deep from within,
As it cries that this torture.. soon comes to an end.
On bended knee’s you cry out in vein,
Begging for peace time, and again.
For there are no answers, nor time left to pray,
Just another long path on this… a new day.
Antony King © 2018
