It’s akin to lunacy
the hours crawl, I can’t break free
my life by darkness overcome
the night is long when mourning comes.
No amount of positive spin,
can quell this tempest deep within
my soul is longing for the sun
The night is long when mourning comes.
Eventually the light breaks through
beyond the clouds midst shades of blue
there to remind me where I’m from
the night is long…then morning comes!
kat ~ 18 June 2016
(A Kyrielle…with a twist!)