Wednesday, March 16, 2016

I am the light!

The virtue of being lit
enthralls the dark
But being lit
is being burnt 
And while my shadow
is what I dwell in
You see the light
The flame is sapping 
the life force
Soon the burning will cease
Soon the shroud
of cool dark shadows 
will drown the pain of burning
Should there be no virtue
in the ease and comfort of darkness
For things to lie low
and not grow
But then what's the purpose of me
While I burn
I make your shadows
dance on the wall
I burn
Not because I am lit
I burn
Because I am the light!

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