Seeking the light we’re afraid of
For the souls we’ve used to feed ourselves
By our hands, our will, the deeds were done
That caused so many we’ve touched to err
We see our face in the faces
Of the lost, and the damned, and the dead
And are haunted by the echoes of mourning
Of the lives in the wake of despair
There’s no warmth in our hope of salvation
Just a cold winter sun in the dark
And the fire doesn’t blind with the brilliance of love
But burns like dry ice in our lungs
The falling is endless, the light is our last
Spark of innocence rescued from our wicked past
And as we surrender the best of ourselves
To a heaven we’ll never know
We’re trapped in the mind of our guilt and our shame
Unable to forgive ourselves from hell
Author notes
Inspired by the picture
A contest entry
- My Horror, My Dream. My Reality by x Simply x Me x.
425 points, ended August 5, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow! This is amazing, i LOVE your take on the picture! and also your take on human nature. I believe you gave the picture a whole new meaning and took it to the nest level.
Thank you for entering!
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before I can even read this let alone judge it, i will have to ask that you put the option you chose in your authors notes. Please&&Thank you
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Sorry about that and thank you (smile)
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