It’s 8:15
It's 8:15 and I am sitting here with what feels like a target on my back;
work days a drag, but upon my night the bask smell of sweet greens on
ice awaits. Feeling like that of invincible; let us ride the night as if it were
to be our personal playground.
Witness this place; the stars are arranged in such a way, it creates a world
only one could dream of. Face your greatest fears of the night as if they are
nothing; yet standing to challenge all in which hold truth. Chasing the
vary energy that resides within us;
Let us walk with a burning light upon our eyes, for all to witness during
their own encounter. With every step taken, we are the lifeline to the
future; bleeding hope into the world through that of our own caring
actions towards all living things upon our grasp.
By Kelly Clegg
I have picked "It's 8:15" for my poetry Contest poem. I hope y'all enjoy and do have an amazing rest of your beautiful day!!
Happy Steemit
