Mar 2019
A match strike
turns to a lantern glowing in the night.
It warms the cold of the dark,
within its small circle of light.
Its soft amber glow,
passes over shapeless objects,
gently tingling them to life.
They slowly open their eyes
and sleepily follow the light.
No one knows where it’s going,
but no one cares to fight.
It leads them to a window,
and blindly look outside,
into the pitch darkness,
of the starless night.
Footsteps--
A cold breath in the dark,
blows out the lanterns light.
They all drop lifelessly without a light to follow,
in the cold darkness of the day
turns to a lantern glowing in the night.
It warms the cold of the dark,
within its small circle of light.
Its soft amber glow,
passes over shapeless objects,
gently tingling them to life.
They slowly open their eyes
and sleepily follow the light.
No one knows where it’s going,
but no one cares to fight.
It leads them to a window,
and blindly look outside,
into the pitch darkness,
of the starless night.
Footsteps--
A cold breath in the dark,
blows out the lanterns light.
They all drop lifelessly without a light to follow,
in the cold darkness of the day
this poem tells of a world that is completely pitch black no matter what time it is. the people here sleep until someone, usually the leader, lights a candle. then they wake up and follow it wherever it leads. they follow light. but one of the people gets ahold of a lantern and tries to escape with the others, but then hears footsteps. when the light is blown out, everyone instantly falls back asleep. but that's just my take on it. what do you think it is about? what is your story for this?
