Sitting alone in a cold dark room,
solitary on the dirty floor
Looking out the window,
while the leaves turn brown
and so do I.
Yet through the panes
a sliver of light prevails.
And through my pain,
a ray of hope.
But when night comes
to replace the day.
I expect those faint beams
to be null.
For how could such little light
stand up and face
The darkness that
engulfs all the earth
And so I close my eyes
indulging self-created darkness
Thinking it better,
than being disappointed by the sky.
I sit in this internal prison,
a servant to dark and despair
Until from deep within,
comes an urge beyond my control
My eyes pull themselves open,
and I'm nearly blinded by light.
I momentarily exult in the illumination,
then I wonder of its source.
I glance toward the same single window,
and can hardly believe what I see.
In the ambiance of the midnight sky,
a solitary valiant fighter holds on.
Though Surrounded by darkness,
shines through and gives me its light.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|LUC (18.104.22.168) -- Saturday, January 4 2003, 03:35 am|
~* claps like a mad man *~ well written.. i know how ya feel.. i like poems that i can relate to.. 0.o sitting in misery then all ofa sudden hope appears.. ^.^
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