I walk
with only the pale
candel flicker
for my light.
In the shrouded brightness
I cannot see my feet.
Much less the path
they would follow
if feet could see.
In the absence of love
my heart grows weary of expression.
You seem to be different
from me.
Your world's darkness
is dark,
naturally.
The brightness
that you can always see
is light
for the path of your feet.
And how can it be?
When you tell me
the light is there
but I cannot see.
Is this a choice to see
what I will,
what I want?
Our words mingle
but have I learned what you taught?
No, the dark
is too thick to see
the light you want
to guide my feet.
But I will not flea.
Just strain my eyes
to perceive,
the tainted darkness light can be.
Author notes
Revived an old poem
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Comments
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The tainted darkness light can be. Strain my eyes for this? Perhaps? I would have responded to this even if you had not commented on, "Babel" you are just quicker than me. It would appear that the writer has chosen a higher position morally than the supposed "teacher"? It would also appear that the final outcome of this is uncertainty for the follower? It would finally appear that when all angles are assessed, that the writer sees the teacher's light to be darkness in and of itself. RC
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