Bulbed

Maplespal

 

 

A distant light led my heading way,
taunting me to come and want to stay.
The more I walked to reach its site,
the further away went the light.
Teasing, it played at my mind.
In my sight but I could not find.
Hope had faded and time the cost.
Before I knew it, the thought was lost.

 

 

  • Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 29th, 2026 10:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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  • sorenbarrett

    It is the ambiguity in this metaphor that gets the fave. It can be taken many ways depending upon the meaning of light. Nicely done my friend



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