Creative Writing

Just a thought

When things get hard and the struggle remains
I will keep close to the light
and when the possible turns into the impossible
emotions will run wild.
We will all make some great mistakes
but the only mistake of mine
is having no mystery and optimism assigned
this turned a price so high.
Now with courage so broad as the big blue sea
and pride as cunning as the knife
a hunger so empty wouldn't cross to bear
and a touch that raped the night
As the inevitable of the great will be seen
and hope of the poor shall be primed
I cross my hands and close my eyes
so in nothing I will confide.

“B”