A Lost Light

The poem says it all.

A light that shines

Oh so pretty

But what is hidden behind

May not recieve pity.

 

What is behind?

The world may never know

Until it becomes unkind

The world tells it to go.

 

It never spoke

It never pleaded

The darkness is what it choked

It never got what it needed.

 

It was never bad

It wanted love

Not to be sad

As it hangs from above.

 

A light has gone black

It has become impure

As it turns its back

It must endure.