Poem -

ROLLING BACK THE CLOUDS

Just about to give up

ROLLING BACK THE CLOUDS

ROLLING BACK THE CLOUDS 

In my darken world 
Where objects unseen swirled 
Causing my thoughts to ricochet
Throughout the night and day.

Dealing with matters at hand
My life remains in quicksand 
Finding myself sinking fast 
Only heaven knows 
How long this would last.

Then little by little 
The dark clouds began to fadeaway 
Those fists of night, were pried open
By the light of day,
And like the supernatural appearance 
Of an angelic being 
Your beautiful smile my eyes did see.

You reached out to me 
With love and care 
Your words of compassion 
Dispelled all my fears,
Giving me hope to face another day
My guiding star you are,
That brightens my way.

Wilford Barker.

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Wilford...

Are you still in it?

Did you quit without notice?

Staying with the view...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Wilford Barker

Hello Sparrowsong.
I am still around. I stop by and read a few poems every now and then and drop a comment or 2.
Thanks for reaching out my friend. You are a wonderful person. 
 

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