Photo By: Paul Suhn Marshall;
Story By: Zamani Thomas
You wish you knew what I was writing, contemplating; What I was wishing and thinking;
All you get though is a fraction of words I may or may not be meaning.
Soon enough I’ll be done; No doubt you’ll to interpret and such;
Trying to figure me out; Why such a rush?
I continue to write as the light fades away, still with one more ray it lends;
It could leave till the morn, but procrastination’s never been a friend.
It’s never too late, never to dark, to express what it is I feel.
I think in the light, and in the dark, but to write…
All I need is a Sliver of Light