~ Clouded ~
The light is always shining, the after glows are there, but with so many blinded, they will remain unaware. The joy and light they seek they stomp beneath their feet. Smothering time and again, that which could resurrect their light within.
Meh in a bit of a mood today like always I woke at 2am after sleeping for maybe 2 hours and couldn’t sleep anymore created a poem and just finished a little piece to go with it.