A Poem, Or Whatever This Passes As, Part 2

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Consumed by the darkness,

Means passing by just another carcass,

On another starless night,


Soon to be overrun by madness,

His life is overtaken by sadness,

On another dreamless night,


There in his chest is an abscess,

That should no longer drive him to obsess,

Over something he can't address.

On another endless night



The light,

It's all consuming and certainly bright,

It makes everything seem alright,

On another desert night,


And while the burden she carries is lite,

Her living condition is finite,

She still has to watch for frostbite,

On another weathered night,


Even as she starves her appetite,

She knows that she is still young and slight,

And it's just another oversight,

On another uptight night,




When they meet it's catharsis,

Forces beyond their control forcing them to be airtight,

The world no longer seemed so heartless,

Somehow giving incite,

And only showing smartness,

They no longer seem so contrite,

And it shows with great starkness,

That they were always supposed to be alright,

As both darkness and light.


~ Reylo ~Where stories live. Discover now