Poem: Victory

Victory

Loneliness hangs like a heavy raincloud

And threatens the innocent skies

It whispers in secret and never is loud

Until out of the mouth it flies.

It chains all its victims and smothers the light

Or waits until day is done

Till the ones that are bound to the darkness of night

No longer remember the sun.

But loneliness has an Achilles heel

A weak branch on the tree

That it tries with all its might to conceal—

Gratitude and empathy.

Then truth and love will ring on through

With wings as pure as light

And clear the skies of gray to blue

And pierce the reckless night.

Lily

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