Did we lose our way in the harrowing darkness?
The credits are rolling, but no one’s getting up.
The quiet is smothering me with pale arms,
And it seems like the fate has spilled my cup.
Did we lose our humbleness between the lines?
The saddest church bells are crying in the distance.
I have made my peace with the blinding lights,
But I doubt I’ll grow fond of my own existence.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 