he used to have that light on his face
a light that could light up a whole city
like stars in the sky
like sunrise in the morning.
he was full of life...
but he's not the same as he used to,
pain changed his heart
only sadness and loneliness
reflects on his tired and lifeless eyes,
dark and empty.
the light was there no more...
but if you think he needed saving,
you've got it wrong.
'cause in the dark he found shelter
in the dark he is alive...
and there, is where his demons are
he found them and embraced them
he loved and accepted them
and he felt truly alive
and in the dark,
he found his true self
and what he is made of...
-Jon
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PoetryMy first work "UnSpoken" which is very close to my heart and I am proud of. It's a collection of all the feelings and emotions of my heart. That I am comfortable enough now to write and share to everyone. I hope you can relate yourself on it and I...
