The Night Of Plight Poem by Timothy muggaga

The Night Of Plight



i remember it was night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
that has defined my plight
and i searched for might
like for a sword to a knight...
Reality blew me like a kite
out of the dream into day light
now i have both hands to fight
To watch and guard with my sight
against the winds, storms, and blight

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Joseph Poewhit 07 June 2012

Things happen to make one notice

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