Remnants of a loser

Clouds get dark
eye-lids close
the door closes
eating up a dark scoop of the dark dessert
Light seems distant and far
as it evades me with foot forward
getting back the portion I covered with my foot
Only to make it as distant as ever
A lightning strikes
the sound exceeding the sounds in my mind
silencing the latter
like an undisguised blessing.

Eye opens, second envies and follows suit

An idea reached my head
like a loosely held straw in a glass of soda
Open the door - I did
Open the house - I did
Made two steps instead of one
Ran instead of walking
As light withdrew
in a pace slower than mine
From seeming like a flourouscent kite in the darkest sky
to a dark kite in a bright sky
I saw the light eat up the dark
Far and distant seemed near and dear
and dear and dear with every step
as I merged with the light getting bright
understanding that the good is what is left
after facing the bad
For the remnants of an alive-loser
is success, success and more success