Lights
"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.
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Author:
Jacob Bennett (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Turning on the lights tends to peel back the layer one could not see beforehand.
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Comments2
You turned that light on now? You seeing now?! (heehee). Good write Jacob.
Thank you very much!
My soul too has ached Jacob. I find poetry is a good sop for an aching soul. Great write.
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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