Oppressive sky. It’s
“a bit black over Bill’s mum’s”
whatever that means
Expectations rise
Density of emotions
cloud the mind and heart
Trapped in a constant
struggle for supremacy
neither side retreats
That light bulb moment
suddenly illuminates
possibility
On the horizon
clarity, stability
beyond an arms length
Sound begins to fade
Has the world changed, or have I?
Forever altered
Crown Jules Presents 