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Daniel Lehto Poem
I’ve been engulfed by the darkness
That plagues so many of my brothers.
My eyes may be open,
But the void is all that appears.
I see nothing, Know nothing, Learn nothing.
Forced to lay in wait
For prying fingers to liberate me
From my upturned prison.
Oh, how I yearn,
For the light of day
To dance before my presidential eyes,
Allowing me, to once again,
Experience a broad mixture of colors
Living in unity.
A scenario that is no longer the fantasy
Of an incompetent individual
Looking to influence a closed society,
But a way of life
For present day.
As I reflect on my days of flesh,
Still no-one comes to my assistance,
This makes me wonder
If the world I speak of
Still continues to exist,
Or if I’m doomed to spend eternity alone
Within the bleak darkness,
Dreaming once again
Of a world that no longer requires my influence…
Copyright © Daniel Lehto | Year Posted 2014
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Daniel Lehto Poem
Everyone knows and can see,
the wretched monster
who has been hiding in his closet for so long.
They do their best to ignore him,
make him feel worthless,
try and make him realize
his kind isn’t welcome in society.
The poor monster does his best
to close his closet door,
but too many of his open secrets
already block the thin wood,
that once separated him from the rest of society.
The monster is barely able
to move the door an inch,
so the people continue to discover ways
to harm the poor monster.
Meanwhile the monster despises his choice,
to open the closet door
and allow the outside world
to have a look at a life of hiding in the closet.
All he wished for was acceptance
but all he received was denial.
The monster began
to try and retrieve his secrets,
to close his closet door,
but they were already running wildly
through the minds of the outside world.
Eventually the monster realized that all hope was lost,
there was no longer any safety in his closet,
but the closet was the only thing he knew.
so one lonely night
the monster finally decided to end his misery,
he tied a noose onto the coat rack
and stood on a box of old shoes,
slipped his neck through the inviting hole,
and allowed his legs one last walk,
right off the edge of the old box of shoes.
During the next day,
society had seen what they had done
and began to rejoice that the “terror” was dead.
Some pretended to be sad,
but the rest openly delighted about the monster’s death.
Copyright © Daniel Lehto | Year Posted 2014
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Daniel Lehto Poem
Open my eyes,
drag myself out of bed,
look outside, and see that...
once again I have beat the sun up.
I sit alone in the darkness,
uselessly hoping that light will reach me where I sit.
I know that if I don’t try
clarity will never arrive,
and I will be forced to live
in an illusion of darkness for the rest of my days.
Never seeing what true light can provide.
One foot hits the floor
another joins,
A groan escapes
quickly replaced by a smile.
Finally I stand,
ready to face another day.
If today day is bad,
then I didn't reach far enough
and just have to try again tomorrow.
Copyright © Daniel Lehto | Year Posted 2014
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