Poetry

Night

Dark

Day bright.

But all I feel and know is fading in front of me.

Like the street night that slowly goes out as the sunrises each morning.

Searching for clues that will solve what you need to know.

May turn out to be great or they may shake-up your life for good.

And once those secrets are our there is no going back to what you thought was the full truth.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes