One Lamp Left

by Chani Zwibel / December 18th, 2016

Liberty weeps and the eagle is dead,
What more is left for there to be said?
My grief becomes a drawing down of all the shades
As if no one’s home, and the bed is unmade.
I lie here sleepless, in covers tangled,
My spirit in the maw of darkness mangled,
Yet hope is a lamp in one window glowing
In a cabin in a field on a night when it’s snowing.

Chani Zwibel is a graduate of Agnes Scott College, a poet, wife and dog-mom who was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but now dwells in Marietta, Georgia. She enjoys writing poetry after nature walks and daydreaming. Read other articles by Chani.

This article was posted on Sunday, December 18th, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.