Slumbering light

A day when the sun never rose resting in darkness' throes 

Hope sleeps in repose without the grace to remove its clothes

Blanketed night peacefully sleeps not feeling frost's bite that creeps

Truth's ever shining light protected from reality's cold fright weeps

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

a very sobering poem…. could this be dream? there seems to be no hope here….. a dark place that weeps, “ hope sleeps in repose”…..yet you are protected by truth’s” ever shining light…. away from the cold of reality….
reality is too harsh to live in…..
Warmly, B🌷🌷🌷🌷

[Soren]

Thank you Betty for the review and most kind words of comfort they are most appreciated. Once while, as a missionary, before my vies on organized religion had changed, I met a man, who in speaking to of afterlife rewards said to me "I am not interested in an afterlife, after this life that is more than enough, I just want there to be nothing"
It struck me that maybe this is more than enough and nothing would be a good rest and answer.

[Betty Hermelee]

Seems to me like nothing after death is enough for me too! Most welcome,
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love the last line especially....in second line, did you mean "clothes"?
I like the slant rhyme used there...
j.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob your keen eye caught my error. I appreciate that. Spell checks don't always work. Appreciate the read and comment