She Writes Whenever, Wherever, Whatever

- Trapped by Lights -

Trapped by Lights

The moon shines as if it is the light.
She knows and still adoring the night.
Fear may not be fled without the dark,
Or stuck somewhere leaving its own mark.

Looking for something so that I will go,
But it is unwell, I guess it's a no.
All can be wiser and wishing to glow,
While some can't wait so they go with the flow.

I see but I can't tell. Where firmly am I?
Am I trapped or free? By telling with the eye.
The idea of the glow made me such craze.
And made me see if I was compelled by glaze.

What will I take away to see what will remain?
Would it be the brightest of all or the one plain?
To even clear the day of the said sober light.
Nowhere but trapped in any color or off white.

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Written by Ladie.

July 22, 2020 (5:30 p.m)

[Poem #4]