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
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.