poem
Daylight's Nearest Cloud
Decending daylight bends
It bending to a seemingly falacy of rotation
This is an examination of relief
A pour of current dispair
Battled by the 6 am cigerette
And future selection
of hopeless goals
The trembling selection
Upon which no awnser comes to mind
Is a viable option
Led through the nearest cloud
To a spiraling pit
Held dearest to dispair
Let's start this chapter
One of freedom of the open road
Late night bottles
Without thought of cliche matters
For a stand down with the overcast sky
Moving the pages to the next story
Rising nightlight recieves
A more tranquil acceptance
Relief from the current dispair
Over the horizon
Focus of current celebrations
The direction of change
And the goals of hopeful suggestions
By: Jordan Eubank
Decending daylight bends
It bending to a seemingly falacy of rotation
This is an examination of relief
A pour of current dispair
Battled by the 6 am cigerette
And future selection
of hopeless goals
The trembling selection
Upon which no awnser comes to mind
Is a viable option
Led through the nearest cloud
To a spiraling pit
Held dearest to dispair
Let's start this chapter
One of freedom of the open road
Late night bottles
Without thought of cliche matters
For a stand down with the overcast sky
Moving the pages to the next story
Rising nightlight recieves
A more tranquil acceptance
Relief from the current dispair
Over the horizon
Focus of current celebrations
The direction of change
And the goals of hopeful suggestions
By: Jordan Eubank