An End
An End
Coming to this journey, relief from all the pain.
No longer watching you fall, and fall again.
This surely will be the end of torrential rain,
rain that has permeating every cell in my brain.
I am able to perceive a beam of translucence light
shinning down upon your history, exposing your fight
against all your daemons, daemons now taking flight
as you pursue many new adventures, journeys so bright
that all will be left behind, daemons no longer in sight
as you walk towards the future, where all will be alright
and your spirit, on wings, will take you higher than a kite
as you soar, like an eagle, far above a life filled with plight.
B. J. “ A ” 2
February 1st 2017
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2017
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