Leon Enriquez Poet Quatrain

Glimpses

Here I journey
In strange deep dark,
To spy a spark
That bids me see.


Dark is the night
As I grope round,
Seek glimpse to ground
Loss of clear sight.


Glimpse if I can
The true pathway,
Through night and day
To know brief plan.


Drenched in the storm
Where darkness wets,
Loss paves rough set
In sheer harsh norms.


Cold and wet rain
Soaking up hope,
Blindness now scopes
Cold marrow pain.


Here as I dare
Brave wet wet pain,
Let the cold rain
Lay blame I bear.


Is there a way
To see more clear,
In spite of fear
A better day?




Leon Enriquez
04 November 2018
Singapore

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