A Distant Light

A green aurora

He looked out a lonely window.
The distant light danced wildly again.
Its odd color is unexplainable.

He fears seeing the sign.
It is an omen of evil.
The new day is far away now.

He shares his anxiety with no one.
How did the passing of days
turn into a fear of the future?

If he survives another night,
the strange display will be gone.
Daylight is always a better friend.

William Wayne Smith

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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