Light and Dark

Just a sestina I was proud of.

You sit at a simple wooden desk.

No pressure! Screams the clock as it ticks,

as it lies. Alas, your mind is dark. 

Things running, jumping, hiding. Your thoughts.

Then you look out the window and see

what you missed before, the light. 

Yet it is unattainable, out of reach, the light.

Your desk rots and darkens, falls away, the desk. 

What you saw before blinds you and taunts you, for you can no longer see.

Keyboard clacks haunt you, one after the other ticks. 

You try to picture anything, your scattering thoughts feel the pull of the dark

But does light prevail in the dark? 

As an artist, you don’t need the light.

It is valuable, though less so then your thoughts.

Cracking, splinters, the rotted desk.

The gears in your mind like an old clock ticks. 

Now do you see?

In the dark you see

the beauty in the horrors that lie in the dark. 

Forever waiting the clock ticks.

Growing, it swallows the light. 

Ragged seams slice through the desk, 

ugly but with a purpose, like your thoughts. 

You lock them away, your thoughts. 

Other people cannot? Will not see?

The pieces meld together like chrome, the desk.

Leaking out of it, the dark

flows into your fingers, in which lies in wait the light. 

The clock slows it’s ticks. 

No longer pressuring but comforting ticks.

Returning, floats in your thoughts. 

The light clears your vision, fills your mind, the light. 

Now you see

the beauty in the honest brutality of the dark,

it tried telling you. Your friend once more is the desk. 

The desk is beautiful again, as are your thoughts.

The clock’s no longer menacing ticks, you see

in the dark lies the light.

Author's Note

Here is the pattern for a sestina:
1.ABCDEF
2.FAEBDC
3.CFDABE
4.ECBFAD
5.DEACFB
6.BDFECA
I hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Hector Reyes]

Thanks for actually reading my poem"I'm coming home"
And this poem got me thinking about school and how pressured I was.Been looking for a way out then once I did saw thing clearly from my point of view.Like this cloudy day always followed me no matter where I go..The point is,If you had twenty four hours and fourteen hundred minutes to realize that time doesn't matter to most people you'll feel so much relieved