Author - Jonathan Avis
Focus Poems... Real Stories
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The white flash,
so mysterious and unknown
A sign of madness to many
and a cure to but a few.
The answers hidden inside that bright radiating glow.
Was it from without, or did it radiate from within?
So many questions to still find an answer to;
may leave you blinded, least you spend too long in the light,
seeking the questions to answers
which have been hidden in the dark.
Open your eyes and see the window,
not the window of the door, but the door to your soul.
Soulless people on their quest for gold,
useless objects which low and behold,
cannot be used as bribed once they're gone.
The true judge be of their character;
good things they have done.
Let it be heard and let it be sung,
the end time has now come!