Vanquished Light

Vanquished Light

A Poem by flyingfree

Some nights in bed I cry myself to sleep
An unknown phantom stirring inside of me
The tears are rolling, coursing down my face
Etching rivers, curving with a liquid grace
Though people always ask if I'm all right
They never knew that long ago my light
Was swallowed by an empty void, a dark
Reflecting overflowing sadness of my heart
Since the day the Devil crept into my ear
And whispered words that brought me far from fear
Then dropped me down an endless flight of stairs
Each jolt is bruising, bringing futile prayers
Something stabbing inside me, a weapon tarnished
Whatever hopeful flames that flutter soon extinguished
Without a light the dark has nothing left to fight
Without a sound my soul is vanquished by the night.

© 2017 flyingfree


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Wow! so can relate to this poem,love the emotions within each word;-]

Posted 7 Years Ago


The Dark and the Light neither can exist alone. Where there is Light there is Dark, the dark encroaches upon the light, the light fights back with tremendous force light through any means even lightning to balance the scales again.
I love this it is Beautiful Poetry it is dark it is real I can feel your struggle. Since the day the Devil crept into my ear. Your choice of words tells a story. Well done! God Bless

Sheer Terror


Posted 7 Years Ago


flyingfree

7 Years Ago

Thank you always for your thoughtful reviews! Glad you find it good. It's one of the only poems I wr.. read more
TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror

7 Years Ago

Your welcome and they all make sense. Its just some of them are only relate-able to a few.
I can feel the emotion from your poem... nice work... hopefully, the speaker will find some tiny glowing embers that'll restored the faded light...

Posted 7 Years Ago


flyingfree

7 Years Ago

I took this poem from personal experience. Still struggling to relight my fire.

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