I wrote this for a class I hated. Therfor I can’t fully appreciate it. But at the same time, I still think it’s well crafted.
Today I watched more life slip away.
Deafening, was the silence;
that filled the absence it made.
And though I knew it was wrong,
I was relieved.
That absence was not me.
My life should not be this illuminated.
Not with so much gray.
But it is.
I place my life in the future,
when the gray will no longer consume.
That is the only tomorrow for me.
And every night before I sleep,
I feed myself obscurities with a spoon
to keep myself shielded from the sharp points of reality.
Then I turn on the light
that warms my core
as the cold eats away at the remains of my human image.
The light fills me with music.
The light fills me with innocence.
This light is the heart of all humanity.And as I close my eyes to sleep,
clutching the light to my chest,
I hold in my hands what I hold in my dreams:
Hope.
