Day 72: Darkest hours

Shattered skies, black with shapes all sizes. Another day passes as the absent sunshine rises. The dark star no longer glowing, just a misty air all-knowing of past memories. This hour now filled of doubt, west or east it searches for a new route to find how ‘what now’ will ever be.

Seeing is only a reflection of inner controversy – a greed that is sewn on too tight. A slight glimmer of light as the misty star turns and burns away. This night has eyes wide shut for fright of tomorrow.

Remember the good times,
Julian