Still Daylight
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Still Daylight
In the Dark
The days are gathering…
dust,
and so am I.
Not intentionally,
but metaphorically.
I longed to have more time.
I dreamed I could do things;
sort pictures,
send letters,
be creative…
but I find I am staring at the clock,
wondering when next…
I can;
go to the store, for no reason.
go to the movies, because I have not been.
go to a friends, without fear.
Go out…
and be normal again.
What is that?
A place where we had it so good,
that complaining was a right,
or so we thought it to be.
Now we are unclear about our rights at all?
We still have them… yes.
But many are looking to take them away…
forever.
They have lied to us before.
Be cautious and check everything.
Do not take anything at face value.
Black(evil) crickets were singing;
in the deep snow.
No one noticed…
and now they are right inside,
with us.
FREE Until the laws change. Then it will still be FREE, just harder to get. :)
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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