I’m an incomplete poem
Looking for rhythm & flow
Bewildered what’s lacking to give me cadence & glow.
Glow that will illuminate my every line
The one which has the power of enlightening minds.
But often I tend to forget, a very simple thing
One single firefly can’t brighten everything
It takes a swarm of them to fade the dark away.
So if we glow in chorus when there is darkness around
Problems can turn to poems creating rhythmic sounds.