Flash Lights

Sailing on a murky pond,

in a boat very small yet surprisingly bold

looked I at the flash lights

that beckon me away from the gloomy sights.

Scattered my gaze around this body of water

not definitely a sight that brightens the inner weather

weeds growing ceaselessly into a ghastly demon

choking the beauty all around at the Satan's summon.

The world I be is an absolute imperfect

with evil thriving forever like an elephantiasis feet

trampling goodness into an unrecognizable sundry sum

Look at Hitler? Look at Shelly ? -who caused  more gloom.

Flash Lights...beckon me to water inside

to dive into the murky pond to end all at once

close the eyes and take a deep painful plunge

cease I to exist in this ever morbid mirage.

Should I go after the flash lights?

Should I shut tight my eyes?

Should I take the defenseless dive?

Maybe .... I should in some  future time.....