POEM

I was at the Vine Centre tonight and I had a sudden urge to write a poem. Here it is:

Glimmer

Dead leaves beneath my feet

The smell of decay rampant

I walk on hoping for green grass ahead

Time goes by but the debris thickens

The denseness weighs me down

I struggle on but seem to be stuck on a treadmill

But wait! What's That?

A glimmer of light

Suddenly I'm drawn to its intensifying brightness

With ease I swiftly move towards it

Joyfully I embrace it, clinging on tightly

Suddenly I recognise its warmth

Its my Father