My love light
Desolate black days,
Where nothing is pleasing,
Everything an excuse for anger.
A rainy day car ride,
The antipathy in this car,
A reflection of my own mind.
Gray walls and power lines,
So many miles passed,
No reason or meaning to them.
Nothing good on the radio,
Not a thought in my head.
One light shines:
My one love,
My last petal,
My only cure.
poem by Conor Young
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