Blinding Light Poem by Nora Griffin

Blinding Light



Late at night,
A blinding light,
Seeks in through my open window.

Much too bright,
This blinding light,
So I shut my eyes and rest.

I stare and stare,
The room lays bare,
All except for that blinding light.

I’ll fight the war,
But forever more,
Will live with that blinding light.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruth Johnson 29 May 2009

Love your style and understand the pain. Keep writing.

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