Hope begins aglimmer
In the form of a ray of light
That slowly begins to scatter
Against the darkest of the night

Blinded no more are we
On our hopes that were forlorn
Now that we finally see
The light of darkness’ morn

No longer shall there be
The utters of despondent cries
Nor echoes of death and agony
That flutter throughout the skies

The flowers that were wilted
Will bloom in the faintest of sun
Filtering through undaunted
As twilight begins to undone

In the night, our hearts are shattered and torn
Our lives crushed sullen with dismay
So come thee light of darkness’ morn
And lift upon us another day.

“I’m a 16 years old Filipino with a passion for writing. Contrary to my optimistic personality, my poems are mostly dark or have a pessimistic feel to it.” – Dana

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
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