In the distance I see a spark,
A tenuous promise of lucent days.
In complete darkness,
I close my eyes and see the blaze.
In a fugue state,
Rays of prayer press me past dire nights.
As I stumble through a broken path,
Only illuminated by the floodlights.
In the distance I see a flicker,
A second of delight in dark hours.
Enraptured by the desire,
To find the calyx in a flower.
When faced with the faceless,
I look away and fall back on my frame of reference.
In times like this,
Must peer aside and clutch barbs of severance.
In the distance,
I see something,
But the darkness won’t let me articulate.
So sick of faith.
Trying to build a house of hope,
But all I have is bricks of hate.
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first, thank you for leaving a comment on my site; it was very kind, and i am glad that you enjoyed my simple poem ~
your writing reminds me of a close friend's with whom i used to speak quite often. as a writer who relies mostly on imagery, i admire others who use more in their work: story, emotion which relates a.. desperate yet determined yearning for something that is not quite in reach or in sight. it triggers images that course quickly before my mind's eyes, and it is inspiring.
your poetry, though melancholy, sounds like music to me, and it is beautiful. i hope to read more ~ and (though i would not implore you) it would be my pleasure if you dropped by once in a while as well.
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