He didn't make the darkness; was it there?
He didn't see it, all he saw was glare
Behind his eyeballs, so he conjured light
That imitated dream state of his night.
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This is interesting, Linda. There are good lines and images, but I would love to see it in free verse...just a thought. Raynette
the poem rates well. as once commented, free verse would flow into the readers' veins as SWEET MELON-juice. Banda