The light breaks in
through the chipped blacked glass
a stream or ray
to pierce my heart.
The light,
so desired
is an anathema
to me now.
I have longed
for the daylight
and prayed
for the sun
'Tis easier to live
in a blackened room
devoid of hope
a comfortable gloom
with the coming of hope
it raises my spirits
too soon to be wrecked
when the light fades away
The pain of the dark
is easier to take
without the intruder
light
The dark becomes known
and somehow less frightening
when you don't have the light
to show what you've lost
Hope, so long sought
Brings the anticipation
Of being dashed
Once again.
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