Please, Don't Keep Me in the Dark about the DarkA Poem by Joel CrowThe great and eternal struggle of parenthood: how restrictive and protective should rules be, and how unconditional should freedom be? Can any law protect from the darkness within?How do you raise up innocence in a world full of stifling dark where love seems but a spark that never flames? In the silent hour a man thinks often, "Weren't we all just ill-begotten? "And the soonest the best when all have forgotten our names?" I swore my heart was empty before I felt it break. The old words grew sweet and heavy, killing silence with blessed ache. And this torture, which was surgery, was for my own sake. And you just left me in the dark. How do you raise up common sense in a world only four walls-wide? Have his "obedient" hands been tied with your good intentions? But no lamp can dispel the vacuum that is the self unexposed to the great outside. So with the door his eyes open wide in a burning tension. I swore my heart was empty before I felt it break. The old words grew sweet and heavy, filling silence with blessed ache. And this torture, which was surgery, was for my sake. But you kept me in the dark. You kept me in the dark. You kept me in the dark of my own heart. © 2018 Joel CrowAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJoel CrowCheney, WAAboutI hold these truths to be self-evident: while speech may be compelled or censored, beliefs never can be; not every great story is a metaphor, but every great metaphor is told through a story; fasci.. more..Writing
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