The Place I Go Poem by Phil Soar

There’s a place I go to nightly
Where the air is fresh and clean
Where the issues on my mind are lost
And I have a chance to dream
Where my complicated issues
Resemble nothing real
And I need a box of tissues
On account of how I feel

There’s a moment in the darkness
That brightness passes through
And broadens my horizons
And opens up the view
I see beyond the distant
And I wallow in the sight
The road ahead is brighter
And tomorrow a new fight