Sleepless Nights' Past Poem by Brett White

Veritas, in many sleepless nights' past,
I drearily dreamt of it to be my last...
Yet fear of my soul's fate- in hellfire cast-
Kept my body, dreams and spirit a-mast.
Forgive thine enemies, He hath asked,
(What a seemingly arduous, unreal task.)
For the pain of tears shall surely out-last:
The sweetest memories that- now- hath past.
I cannot find solace except in prayer,
In which my heart clings to like a bear-
Cub doth to its mother- whilst lost in fear.
For alas, the shone sun's Dawn shall appear...
Sol- brightly gleaming- the loam still shining:
On roots a-growing, with flowers climbing.
Towards the stars' sphere, with fresh dew gleaming:
Much brighter than the dark thoughts inside me teeming.

2-12-20