Fresh Ink 2020
UNCERTAIN DARKNESS Gary Rushworth Time, and sunsets, pass all too quickly Bringing an uncertain darkness Where everything is suspect And clarity lapses into the shadows. In the deep of blackness There is movement, a stirring really, Of all that we are And what we are made of. In the Screen Mirror of our souls We see ourselves as only we can- Lost at the moment we think Things make sense. We realize then, When the grey dawn beckons, How lost and vulnerable we are; As the daylight comes.
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