That Old Light

From a time that predates time,

Before stars were yet to be;

When loneliness sailed on

Across the great eternal sea,

There was a light that always was,

Always is, and yet to be;

Everlasting flame of old,

Burning brightly for all to see,

But evil hearts of evil men,

Drove out the light wickedly;

And when darkness covers all,

That old light still falls on me.

 


Author’s Note:

It took a few extra days to get the words right (as well as the patterns – oh, there’s something about them…), as I had originally intended on posting this piece last week.  For example, in the last line, instead of using the word “shines”, I opted for “falls”.  A bit of insight as to why: To me, a light shining on someone would imply that person is worthy of the light, and the light is deliberately shining on the person wherever they may be, whereas a light falling on someone would be falling through whatever might be obstructing that light, to whomever happens to be there, whether or not that person is deserving of it.  Luck?  Coincidence?  Fate?  That’s for you to interpret.

N

1:50 AM

In the midst of silence, there is a thunderstorm of thoughts that rage throughout the mind.  In the quiet of the night, a deafening buzz cannot be suppressed. The world around is engulfed in darkness, but the world unseen is ablaze with fire.  Hopes burn as dreams turn to ash, consumed by the devouring flame of regret. Here, trapped in a twisted maze of dark corridors, as shadows dance throughout.  Everything begins to spin, faster and faster as it becomes a maddening blur of nonsense. Suspended weightlessly watching a world of fantasy collapse upon itself, only to see the fabric of reality behind it crumble as well.  Weightlessness turns into a plunge, toward the depth of this madness. At last, the plunge ends as only emptiness remains. A single light pierces the dark, only to serve as a reminder of those sleepless nights.

 


Author’s Note:

We’ve all been there, some trapped for longer than others.

 

I Am

I am blind,

Yet I can see.

I am deaf,

Yet I can hear.

I am mute,

Yet I can speak.

I am the dark,

And yet I am the light.

I am forgotten,

Yet I am remembered.

I am a peasant,

Yet I am a King.

I am nothing,

Yet, I am everything!

 


 

Original version:

I am blind,

Yet I can see.

I am deaf,

Yet I can hear.

I am mute,

Yet I can speak.

I have nothing,

Yet I have everything.

I am a peasant,

Yet I am a King.

 


Author’s Note:

When I originally wrote this, I felt like nothing.  However, this piece is not about me.  Though I use the words “I am”, I wasn’t talking about myself.  Perhaps I’m talking about someone or something.  Perhaps it is a riddle.

What do you think?

N

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