Search for the dark

Imagine if

We always lived in light

With the sun shining constantly down

Leaving no place to hide

Our words

In the shadows

This white bright light

Burning out our retinas

So we become blind

Can no longer see

The subtleties

Of life

We would live in perpetual hellish heaven

Big Brother watching

Stifling words with light

Our minds whitewashed

With the lack of dark

Everything laid out

Starkly screaming aghast

Yearning for a chiaroscuro

Of despair

Wanting to sport

In the shades

For that is where

Poetry is made


Copyright May 2013


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