Signals

Signals 

Beyond the window lays a peppered darkness
now past the sun’s day, a land's corruption by
a lack of color, flowers with the spots of light
greens and reds, yellows, give speckles of life
to a night time devoid, and neon writes away
the fear of loneliness in the dim world void
of any people, directs one to the warmth,
a gathering of humanity, a bastion in the dark
man’s fight against the darkness, against night
by bringing back some of the lost light.

2/28/22 - Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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