Watching From Above


Through twisted darkness, bitter night;
there is a light that lights my flight.
Through darkened roads, through city streets,
through strangers shadows that I meet.
My feet are guided by this eye.
It’s gaze laid fixed up in the sky.
As smoke drifts slowly to meet its end;
I find this light to be my friend.
It watches me, it brings me home;
it gives me comfort in being alone.
It sits there silently spelling my fate;
the future, the friend for whom it waits.

~ Daniel Ryan Repholz

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  1. MR. J says

    How did you decide on your use of punctuation?

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