“Where is the light?”
Pleads a voice within.
“Return my sight!”
Demands those who sinned.
“I cannot.”
States I.
“You will rot,
As you pay for your lies.”
In agony they cried out,
Grasping my clothes with stiff fingers,
Resurfacing my old doubts,
But I refuse to linger.
Walking swiftly away
My resolve begins to crumble,
For a child, so small and innocent, came to say,
“Dear miss, in your sight I will be humble.”
My hands begin to tremble
And my heart lurches in my chest
Away I run, my feet quick and nimble,
But guilt had already settled it’s nest.
“They deserved it!”
Yells my whirling mind.
“Let them prove it!”
Pleads my heart, soft and kind.
Tears well in my eyes
As I collapse in a heap
“I’m done with my lies!”
I cannot help but screech.
Climbing to my unsteady feet
I turn around
And bring light with me
My heart flutters at the sounds.
Awe alights the faces of those I touch.
“I’m sorry miss but we have only gratitude to give.”
“You owe me nothing. Gratitude is far to much.”
Joy and freedom break through as a new hope is born. A hope… To live.
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Confessions of a Teenage Poet
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I have written over the years. I hope you enjoy them because I enjoyed writing them. Each poem has a meaning and each is important. Please respect my work and try to see the meaning in them. Feel free to critic...
