Vast world, it is cold
Blurred marriage of good and evil
But the chains are comfortable,
And the cave floor—it is cold.
Sunlight holds the truth,
Chants the slender one, yonder
But isn't firelight illuminating us,
The shadows reflect the truth.
Slender one rattled his chain,
Night after night,
Relentlessly and restlessly
One night, as dawn's gaze
Painted streaks in the cave
Slender man ran,
Truth could not wait.
There goes the madman,
But the rest of us knew better
The cave is cold,
And the firelight shows the truth.
We would never lose the chains
Anchoring us, grounding us
The outside world is just shadows,
Hysterical heretic ought to learn that soon.
Shiny light, pleasant and bright,
Child of morning, dawn arrived
Crazed child of the cave entered,
Blinded by the bright light.
Says he, there's so much more,
Don't let the shadows hold you
Says he, you're in the dark,
Don't let that comfort you.
For all he says,
The cave never held joy again,
Not for him, hostage of the shadows
The very same shadows,
I thank them now,
Thank them forevermore,
They shielded me from sunlight.

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PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them