Is it the light?
Or the night?
...That you fight?
Lost inside,
Long ago,
Amidst those things,
Left behind?
Can you cry?
Can you try?
...Or just too shy?
Prayers for why,
You've eclipsed yourself,
Too many times;
Blinded yourself,
To all that shines.
In the corners,
Behind the drapes,
You'll find your pain,
Your hidden hunger,
Which makes you sane.
Is it the light?
Which makes your night?
Unopened,
Untouched,
Waiting,
Ever writing,
Lost in your fight.
2007-11-07
17:44:24
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Poetry