Chaos

Ignore the title. It's unofficial.

There is a light that shines--In the beginning,
As our eyes widen better to see,
And clouds them with blindness,
To a ruthless humanity.

We are thrown into pandemonium,
A fervent disarray,
Set on the road to Bedlam,
Where all are led astray.

Our persons submerge in chaos,
Yet there is a single hope that shines,
A light at the end of the tunnel,
The reflection in our minds.

We grasp for it's distant brilliance--
Serenity that we crave,
The sanctuary where our restless souls,
Can lie beyond the grave.

Reviews

[Carl Fraser]

I really liked this one Rita, and for the record rubbish is what people throw out, this ones a keeper, never doubt your talent because perhaps one poem will only touch that one soul who it was meant for, keep writin Rita

[Lily1111]

Once again you have taken mere words and woven them together artfully in this piece. By the way, I am rather fond of the title of this.