Lights

The sun is oblivious now,
Nowhere to be seen,
Where is the daylight
On this cold, sullen day?
It is merely day now.
For the most part,
I will not rest in sleep,
For fear of darkness,
More and more it pours,
I seal the scars with light.
It clearly flows along,
Repealing all voids.
They were created,
Subliminally, it began.
Tomorrow, the light,
It always claims victory.

Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.