My Light

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My Light

     I take a look around me and all I see is this cruel, sick world infested with maggots of lies and sores of hatred and bitterness

     There is nothing in this life causing this pain to stay with which we suffer, so why accept what is not acceptable as good and righteous

     My light, my only hope, is caring for those who cannot and that do not know how and those who once did and have had their light slowly fade away into the darkness of what we call sanity

     I feel the beast getting closer and each step is but a burst of cold wind of sadness that makes my light dimmer and dimmer each day

     I can see my skin growing pale from the icy chill of selfishness that is starting to flow through my veins

     The beast has bitten me only to cause such hatred and cruelty in my heart and my light is but a trickle of a glow that it once was

     One small gust of anguish could easily blow it out into nothingness that is life we call today

     I must remain here for if I do not then what is the fate of this world but to be left in complete and total black

     It is coursing ere closer to my light this thing this nothingness that everyone lives and rules by and yet it is not seen, felt or tasted but the fact remains that one cannot believe in a holy spirit

     Why must I prove myself time and time again only to have my wings pinned beneath the darkness and my light dimmed yet a little more each day

     Soon it will be gone and I will fade into the opaque society to which everyone conforms

     I am slowly drifting like a lily on a pond and I feel so cold like the Northern wind has come early in late summer

     Numbness consumes my light and a frigid chill overruns my body

     I am alone and left to feel no warmth any longer from my light

     How I will miss it and therefore it is lost and the beast bothers me no more

     I am consumed

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Chrisjan commented on My Light

05-31-2009

A very well written poem filled with awesome imagary ! The sadness here, can make one stronger or weaker. The power from within your heart + soul, are extremely pure. Thanks for sharing.

RavenBridge

06/02/2009

Thanks for the compliment! I wrote this poem from the heart so it isn't just from my fingertips. I think that this poem is my deepest one so far because the others are just for fun. This one really means something to me.

kmooney commented on My Light

05-30-2009

Very deep Raven. I sense a lot of anger in this poem. Do you have problems with conformity? Authority? Why "My Light"? It's almost a paradox of sorts. Your poem may have been better title "My Dark Light"... I don't know. Do you feel constrained? Are your wings pinned to your side? Is society that opague? Isn't it ironic how opague eventually turns to black? Maybe conformity comes with age. The older we get, the less fight we have. The easier it is to just give in. Be like everyone

RavenBridge

05/30/2009

I got the inspriation for this poem from that old song that kids sing in church called "This Little Light of Mine." But, yes I do feel a little constrained like the world is beating me down sometimes and I can't do diddly-squat to make it any better. I guess that this would be my depression talking here because not everything in life if horrible. My other poem called Black Angel is about one good thing in my life...My kitty, Gotham.

Gr33nwood commented on My Light

05-29-2009

This is a fantastic poem! Is this about some confliction within yourself about Christianity? That is what I gather from this poem. I am a pagan and this sends me a message that there is a possiblity you are one as well. Being yourself in society is rough, but dance to the beat of your own drum! I know I do! If this has no pagainsm influence that is understandable as well. But beautiful nonetheless. Blessed Be Beautifu!

RavenBridge

05/29/2009

Thanks so much about your comment! Yes, I was Wiccan at one point and now I've been kind of torn between Christianity and Wicca. I know that they are completely differnt but my situation is a long story. In my spirit though, I will always be Wiccan and no one can take that away from me. Thanks again for the comments and I'm glad that you liked my poem. I will have to sit down and read some of your poems when I have more time. I'm at work right now! LoL! Anyways, thanks again and Blessed

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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