A Child Of Light

Light I see so dim My eyes blur as they humour my sin I watch and wait while they teach And nod and annoy my eye and throat My write scratches and marks I smile when I remember my stupidity Not happily I think and i wish, But it is not something I do Though I wish, and laugh This with no wave as light Will it kinder and kindle some? Despite its worthless, lack of ability can they love the weak and false And powerful to look above? So not even near their level? Or to be appreciated by those weird people Who will either scoff or laugh laugh high above Themselves or me But that silent one - are you powerful or a lie? Surely we all know, those with nothing Are the best critiques, You know it all but it Is a a robbery to say it good, right? I can’t trust you either way, for your thoughts are a lying