In Simplest Terms This I Can Say

i have enough glasses of
darkness
i am drunk
of its fears
i am fed-up of its promises
of comfort
and pleasure

i dare myself
to move to the other fence
this day
this broad, bold, contours
of daylights

glare, dare,
i open my eyes to the light
i am hurt
i close my eyes to a surrender
to a temporary
blindness of red skies
and then