Amidst the reign of seemingly perpetual night,
A stream of hope, of joy reveals itself cloaked in light.
What a light! O what a glorious arduous light!
Fruit of the freedom: Freedom which has bro’en my plight.
E’ergrowing light, aided by the long summer’s soul,
You are my ladder, to mend the sins of erstwhile’s hole.
You are my glimpse to a greater future’s parole.
You are my hope to wage on redemption’s tall toll.
You are the promised joy from erstwhile’s fulfilled role.
O light! O gleaming light! You have encroached my chest!
Teemed my heart with puissant chords, assenting all the rest,
Drove my thoughts to blitz to the archetypal best,
Awoken me to the truth of erstwhile’s digest,
Enlivened in me notions of redemption reached: all without rest.
You are the light which scolds me that all can be done;
All is in the mind, and ruined feet can still run.
Yet are the light which daunts me, departing me stunned;
Malleably rendering my ambitions, all but shunned.
The surge of your paragon attainments invokes in me one itchy and perpetually yearning thought:
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An Exposition of Mundane Poems
RomanceThis is just a planned (probable) compilation of any creative work that I might plan on pursuing, such as poems, songs, and etc. This is just an attempt to put down any poetic articulations in my head for public viewing and analysis. Feel free to co...
