THE LANTERN

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

Cast adrift
on a moody purple sea
of sadness
muted pastel tones
color my dark soul
in a veil of discontent.
Gray clouds of vapor
envelop my mind
in a poisonous fog.
I drift slowly
through the void
of myself
in a tiny wooden boat.
I hold an old lantern
up into the darkness
and against the elements,
a miniscule pinprick
of insignificant light
at the edge
of an endless universe
of stars and comets-
the cosmos unfolding
to the end of time…
a quiet whisper
a mournful sigh
exhaustion
silence…

 

THB3

 

 

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