Literary Impulse & Paper Poetry ‘Eudaimonia’ Prompt Submission
On Resolve
We are like the hooded man
bearing a lantern in the dark
searching for an honest peaceful soul.
Damned if wind doesn’t blow away the flame.
Dare we rekindle that light?
Unveil things we may not want to see?
Illumination might show us ourselves,
our beauty and our ugliness.
Light shows shadows
behind our eyes, within our brains,
screaming out of our mouths
motivating murder and destruction.
Horror and horrid exultation
echoing through halls of state,
hungry for a man to lynch,
narcissistic nihilism prevailing.
Where are the honest peaceful souls?
Surely there must be multitudes.
How dare we hope?
How dare we not?
~ Wry Welwood
Submitted to Literary Impulse