Alas! Lights are
to few, and far.
Age has worn,
my soul
thin from walking;
(searching, stressing senses.)
Longer still,
is my trek.
Soon,
I hope,
the day will come
When I no longer
explore in this lonesome darkness,
and awake to the Sun
warming my Pasture.
Author notes
The Pasture, is a song/poem about true love.
Can't really write about a relationship and be optimistic. (Ain't got nothing to be optimistic about.) Hope this fits your prompt.
A contest entry
- I don't know but I think I may be fallin' for you, dropping so quickly. by decode.
2700 points, ended August 20, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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