Laughing at the Emperor
So dark it could be night. The sky black.
The storm imminent, inescapable.
A cold wind blows. Angry and inhospitable.
But there, in a crease of the clouds,
light leaks in. A tease of sun, enough
to leave you laughing like a child
seeing the emperor of darkness
without his clothes.
About this poem
Most of the things we fear are lies we tell ourselves. I’m as guilty as anyone.
Tom
