New Day Dawns
By Bart Vogelzang

Loudly the neon shrills
Harshly the voice trills
Sadly the heart chills
Contemplating inner ills

Firmly pushed
The blare moves back,
To urgent warning,
Pressure off
Heart no longer black,
The mind
Now freely soaring.

No more hill,
And free to thrill,
So proud of will
The writer’s newfound

© Bart Vogelzang 2010