A Beacon of Light
the sun rises, and sneaks its way through my
COVERED window pane.
It brightens my half exposed face.
here, begins, yet another,
only in a slumber, do I feel truly safe.
asleep, all my troubles, instantly float away
only bring constant
SORROW and ANGST!!
if only just once that
would remain at bay,
never again to enter through my:
how sad is it, that the:
has become a warning sign, a
that more SUFFERING is
On the way?
Copyright © Tony Guccia | Year Posted 2018
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