eyes on the ground,
too weary to look the future in the eyes,
the darkness comes,
along with the winter,
thoughts heavy,
the mind troubled,
no place now a place of peace,
instead uncertainty reigns,
as we are left to look for lights in the darkness.
poetry and art by Douglas Polk. Art is politics . . .written, verbal and visual . . . .involving power, influence and conflict. Douglas Polk
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