The light so foreign
Burns my eyes
Just as the pain ends
It falters
It sputters out
Leaving me in the dark yet again
Right back where I began
The pain returns in different light
But it's ok
I'm just fine
I'll just wait
I'll just join the other side
YOU ARE READING
Fallen (A book of poems)
PuisiThese poems are pretty deep and could mean a lot of different things. Sort of a Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder situation, to each their own.
