Illusions
Light, that sweetest of metaphors,
Given to the pain of life when times are fallen,
To stem the bleeding.
Dark, the place of stone and steel,
Giving nothing, taking nothing,
Chaos is near.
Guilt, the bane of my existence,
Not my guilt, but that place where love goes to starve,
Drifting through the Mind. (a petal in the darkness)
Joy, gifting all with its merest Grace,
Living tall, writing life,
Filling bodies.
Damnation,
The word that describes,
I love you. (I Hate You)
Cliché, sickeningly sappy,
Yet still integral,
To living.
Truth.
Copyright © Satya Tabachnick | Year Posted 2008
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