So much is happening these days,
I need a ride in a spaceship,
Or some other faraway trip,
To escape this frenetic craze.
What’s needed now? To turn my gaze
Upon what’s beautiful and bright:
Even right here, there is the sight
Of stars, burning brightly from far
Away, a light which is not marred
By difficulties from this fight.
A décima for this week’s challenge and also linked to FOWC: Frenetic. I forced myself to try to write a more positive ending to this poem. Key word is “try.”
Lovely. A light which is not marred.
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