I struggle through
The cloud-laden night
To shine for you…
But the haze is too dense
So my heart sinks
And my head hangs
As I wonder how
To strive through.
My normal thoughts
Of saving the world
Are lost in the static
From the mere voice of the PhD.
No kindness can comfort
No words can guide
Only time can take me
Where it is I will go
But how can the night darken
When you already cannot see?
No flicker of a candle
Or glow of an ember
Is there such a thing
As darker than black?
As heavier than breath?
As more isolated than silence?
Questions as such
Are answered only by life
And my dear city who reared me
Props me up with courage
For tests are made
To see what we are made of
Because sometimes we don’t know
Who, exactly, we are.
© K. S. Brooks, 2005
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