In the hollow of the night, we drift alone,
The light a lie, a whisper on the stone.
We search for warmth, but find the cold instead,
And wonder why the darkness fills our head.
The light you crave is faint and far away,
A fragile hope that flickers, then decays.
It promises to lift you from despair,
But leaves you here, abandoned in the air.
The shadows are not foes, but friends who stay,
They understand the price we have to pay.
They linger close, not to torment or break,
But to remind us of the love we fake.
For light, it seems, has never filled the hole—
It only scratches at the edges of the soul.
And in the dark, where silence fills the space,
We find a truth too hard for light to face.
The more we chase, the more we fall behind,
For what we seek is just a dream confined.
And in the shadows, we are forced to see,
That light was never meant to set us free.
a contrasting reply to my friend's poem :> Thanks for letting me write this, Luz! Please read Lights, guys!