Early i was up, lost in thoughts,
Gazing through the window.
Amidst the mist my fingers moved and painted,
Symbol of immoral on window glass.
I sit on my bed watching the fog disappear,
Washing away the symbol at gentle pace.
I guess the darkness is over; forever,
I mourn with joy!
Darkness is a fog, wait it will disappear,
Sheds light, bright and clear.
Poem Form: Elegy and Device: Metaphor. More details can be found HERE.
