Where does the light go
When you turn off the switch
Does it disappear into thin air
Without a glitch?
Or does it crumble within itself
Like a half-baked pastry
Maybe like the origin
It remains a mystery.
Who turns on the light
flooding our senses
And who takes it away
Plucking it from within us?
Is the light generated by you
If true, where did it go?
Was it the endless failures
And those who said no,
Or was it always you
Refusing to grow?
Who collects the light
You hold so dear,
Surely they'll give it back
Once you show them your fear.
Every day they tore you down
Until the flame flickered out;
It rained so much; you
Begged for a drought.
And they saw you rise again
Wounded, from the ashes;
There you were smiling
Through a million lashes.
Physics tells you, the brightest
Being is the sun.
You laughed and proclaimed; it
Is us having fun.
If there's a light at the end,
It's just the sun in our eyes
Shining brighter burning everyone
In the vicinity tonight.
The light when turned out
Simply goes back to the cold
To come back stronger
When it is called.
AN- I went for a competition and the prompt was "Where does the light go when you turn off the switch". This is what I wrote. I didn't win but I enjoyed writing it. :P
PS: I got inspired by Halsey a bit for this poem.
