Another day, indistinguishable from Night,
Which crept along at a dreadful pace,
And cast shadows over everything—
Distorting everybody’s face.
I could not tell the good from bad,
Everything turned to ash at sight—
My senses dulled, no sweet or sad—
Just numbing fear along my spine.
Then a golden glow surrounded me,
Filling abhorrent vacancy—
Blinded eyes could once again see,
I felt myself now soaring, free—
Yet sweet freedom, too good to last,
Took flight, and became distant past—
It seemed some angel’s halo had
Simply been claimed by gravity.
Another day which could be night,
No sense of what is wrong or right,
Yet still a trace of good remains—
Shining between the bars, a ray.