Chasing Rainbows

Steve Pearson Poetry

Sometimes I’m on it
Thoughts aligned
Chiming burnished dreams of gold
Sometimes the demons
Bring me down
’till the heat of the day turns cold
A mile below daylight
A day behind now
A fall to toneless end of the day
The overrun thought
The empty skin
The fight to hold darkness at bay
But I’ll rise up again
And I’ll smile again
The sun will come rolling over that hill
And it’s mine again
Over the line again
Life again bends to the weight of my will

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