Glimpses of the light
as the shadows echo into a land of perpetual darkness.
Where blackness is a habitat,
imagination fabricates strobing illusions;
portraying future as the inevitable apprehension
of
impossible
answers.
From within, this truth is known,
and though this light is but a delusion-
it remains a solitary hope.
Lies- the remnants of lives
in this dire day.
Deserving of life...
when it is nothing,
a gift cordially received.
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
Glimpses of the light
as the shadows echo into a land of perpetual darkness.
Where blackness is a habitat,
imagination fabricates strobing illusions;
portraying future as the inevitable apprehension
of
impossible
answers.
From within, this truth is known,
and though this light is but a delusion-
it remains a solitary hope.
Lies- the remnants of lives
in this dire day.
Deserving of life...
when it is nothing,
a gift cordially received.