Midday is as black as midnight,
Silence so loud it hurts your ears.
Do not ask your maker for light,
Dark and quiet comes from your jeers.
Leave your gods and deities be,
Beg not for a godly way out.
You are the cause of this, you know,
Each man his prison brings about.
If it is paradise you seek,
Try living your life so it fits.
A light will shine, words will be spoke,
And out of this jam you will get.
İFebruary 11, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~