It can. It does.
It knows. It must.
The creature on the fringe of shadow,
A swirl of darkness in a shaded place;
Sometimes in a room
Maybe at the side of the road
Perhaps in a lightning-charged storm
The list goes on, anywhere
Everywhere.
The mystery creature that appears at will
And leaves to a sigh of relief
With spirits lifted once again;
The star of an internal power struggle
Between darkness and light.
It can know. It does.
It knows. It must.
Light always wins in the end.

 


Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day

7 Comments

  1. Very true Tom! 🙂

    Once seen, an apparition never to be forgotten! 🙂

    God Bless!

    Prenin.

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    1. Exactly. And once seen, they never let you forget about them either!!!

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  2. Oh how I hope you are right! I love the feel of this poem, Tom.

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    1. Thanks, Sara.
      Light has to win in the end.

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    1. 😀
      Thanks, Lost Soul.

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      1. My pleasure, Tom Merriman.

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