Black Is the Night
Black is the night, still darker the waters;
Repeatedly diving in search of his daughters.
Last seen, sweet splashing, mere feet from the shore.
Frantic, blind searches, then back to the surface.
Crying to God - to what end, to what purpose?
Hoping 'gainst hope he might hear them once more.
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Honorable Mention
for the Bite Size Poem No.40 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
written on 03/16/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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