So, I forgot my object at home…… It was an old light that I replaced on the outside of my house. It was weathered, sort of dirty, and very old. I wanted to use it with this poem that I had written because I believe it to have a lot of meaning towards the thought I wanted you to inquire through reading this. I promise it makes sense to me. Thank you.
A recently brought up idea had a strike on the mind Seeing the light through the dark and the dark through the light Possibilities whirl-winded Sweeping at the feet Chances to fly and escape at a time in reality it really could not take. “Live” said the deemed of righteousness ‘Do not feel as though you have escaped You will never come back Only to save those who have strayed.’ Rebellion lives in the veins that puzzle through the underlying madness and serenity that shows proof. With one third madness One third serenity That one last third leaves room for a mystery. Nevertheless does the royalty strive To be the worst of the best when it’s time for flight. Endless encounters from valleys to peaks With the one whose veins run black with technique. She reaches and wins with the temptations she shows But a minute too soon the windows sealed closed. Trapped the once escaped in a room of pitched darkness Only the light of soul outshines the mystery Revealing the ‘live’ factor that could’ve been protested The madness and serenity compile at once Only to fleet the obscene vengeance Roaring expectations flood the breeze As the striked idea comes with more ease. ‘Live’ repeats the righteous As the thought rattles on Continuing with the light right on time Technique dwindles as she decides to move on. -Noelle Evans
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