Gone And From Sight

It is finalizing at midnight.
A molding hold that has grown old,
On a yesterday,
Slipping away...
To be gone and from sight.

And those of good deeds proceed,
With beliefs...
Held onto tightly,
To see them succeed.
With a defeating of grief,
Doubt and desperation.

It is finalizing at midnight.
A molding hold that has grown old,
On a yesterday,
Slipping away...
To be gone and from sight.

Incited by lack of light that blinds minds.
And perceptions of entitled rights,
Fade.
As the dawning of a new day,
Arrives to lift all eyes...
Above the restriction of limiting foolishness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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