Jacob Bennett



"Turn them on!"

"And let me see!"

"Out of this darkness

I wish to be."


Finished with sleep,

Finished with lies,

I just wanted

to be alive.


Opened my eyes,

I could not believe,

No one was there

to comfort me.


"Cut them off!"

"Bring back the night!"

"I no longer want this

Gift of sight!"


You turned them on,

And let me see,

But the shadows were there

to comfort me.


I crawled back, 

back into my hole,

Left to live with my

Aching soul.

  • Author: Jacob Bennett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2017 00:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: Turning on the lights tends to peel back the layer one could not see beforehand.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 30


  • orchidee

    You turned that light on now? You seeing now?! (heehee). Good write Jacob.

  • Seeker

    My soul too has ached Jacob. I find poetry is a good sop for an aching soul. Great write.

    • Jacob Bennett

      Thank you! I believe that all souls have ached at some point in time, and I am glad to see their are others that have shared in my experience.

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