Late at night,
A blinding light,
Seeks in through my open window.
Much too bright,
This blinding light,
So I shut my eyes and rest.
I stare and stare,
The room lays bare,
All except for that blinding light.
I’ll fight the war,
But forever more,
Will live with that blinding light.
Nora Griffin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blinding-light/
