Corridors of darkness

Fetched lights from elation

We searched for stillness

Whilst traveling through seclusion

The fret of tiredness

The sweat of struggle

Rest to soul; nowhere we saw

At halt, some lost themselves into delusion

Often there were wonders

Who were those who conquered dimensions?

Then these questions to be so revealing

For all the answers to lie within

These times will pass

This tiredness would wear off

We’ll have a recall; we’ll see a renaissance

Then many will find these questions, themselves amusing

Tags: assertion, belief, conviction, darkness, faith, renaissance, revelation

Posted by Amy under Poetry
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