It Rules us over with fear
holding onto what you see Dear
tiling over the world in layers
Standing in Varied Lights, Holding in my tears.
What do I hold near
to my soul, to whom I never listen.
now that the time is here, I wonder
why ... why did I shatter?
Were my bearers so blind
couldn't even tell me what to find
in the road ahead, without any signs,
do I look at other travelers,
for what is the meaning of this light.
Standing in Between,
I see White,
with so many tones as I reflect it inside.
He is Yellow, She is Red,
together they vowed to bleed
in this aimless road under the white light
burned them with the shade of orange which can't be seen with life.
Grow as the Time flows
and the light still glows,
over the solace of rivers dividing the road, shining brightly of the shades,
with which one should flow.
Into the abyss, I go.
YOU ARE READING
In Varied Lights.
PoetryThis is a Poem on beliefs. Living in a varied society we are surrounded by many beliefs, Some of which are shaped by the community we live in. Our Parents, our Friends, and all the fellow travelers who you meet on this train we call life. each one...
