The Light Stays Off.
Life’s joy walked in softly, secretly:
gifted me contentment, light shone
in all things.
For so short a time.
It stole you away knocked me
down, left me to crawl on the
floor of darkness
deaf to the song of life, imprisoned,
held by the arms of the lost.
A glimmer, a chink of light bleeds in,
a false friend skilled in trickery or
the song of a Siren to dash me
against the rocks?
Fear takes my hand, whispered
warnings haunt me.
And I say
The light stays off.
I’ve just come to this – been out off site for a week; so yes, I found it spoke directly to me. A lot of the poems posted are not in my style (whatever that is!!), and I’m appreciating the differences.
A late reply for which I apologise.
Thank you, I’m pleased you found it spoke to you, I didn’t want to sound too bleak so I hope I haven’t sue.
Bless! Understandable attitude to the circumstances. Nicely phrased, and nicely told – even if it was not a nice place to be.
Allen
Thank you Allen, it will be a while before I trust such a lightness of heart again. Better to walk a duller path I think. Sue.