Suns burn with the
Irony of a knowledge
That blinds.
Light. So much light.
But never enough
To chase the shadows.
Yet, always too
Much to let
The Shadows be.
Times when I need
The Shadows
I’m blinded.
Else, it’s the eclipse
Where I exist.
(Cease.)
Hither and thither
Emotions scuttle
Like roaches fleeing light;
Or perish,
Moth to flame.
So, each night,
I flood my room
With light.
For only then
Can I be lost.
Or found.
21 December, 2016
Sigh.
January 27, 2017 at 12:17 am
You’ve titled this ‘Limbo’
But it could well be ‘Shadow’
For it to exist
Light must persist
‘Cos Shadow’d be in Limbo without glow!
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January 27, 2017 at 7:05 am
Your eye and heart dear Gul will always find worth and perspectives anew 🙂 Thank you, dear heart!
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