Losing Light Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Losing Light



Too many wish to see others stumble.
To crumble as if it is predicted.
Addicted and wicked this sickness is.
And those who cherish this as their existence,
Parish...
Like a falling star losing light,
The Sun refuses to follow...
Or trace its path,
As it falls to be forgotten...
Into an eternity of darkness.
Swallowed in a cosmic hold!

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