when I have a glimpse of tomorrow

a dark blanket clouds of torture

my mind staggering

in today’s weakness

teary eyes of pessimism

I wonder through the crowdy streets

still am lonely

the joyous brightness of the day

but still am unknowing.

still am having deem images

of what holds tomorrow.

but one thing is certain,

your presence is true

birthing a certain light.

that shouts Salvation.

~pato..