A short poem about our current state of affairs and what will hopefully come soon.
Incalculable misery
In-cased in darkness.
A shroud to cover
Malicious intent.
*
Morally corrupt.
Demons pulling strings,
A playground for wickedness,
Whilst angels sing.
*
A ray of light descends,
Wiping every tear,
Chasing every fear,
Far and near.
***
More Poetry:
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!