Daniel Crawford-Lynch Poet Free verse

Light Box

Cold, warm, horrifying, inviting 

Grinding away at the last pink and grey pustules  

pooling at the bottom of my 

Skull 

Gods own light pushes and claws helplessly 

against thin nylon 

Its primordial importance 

Toppled by billions and billions of bright bulbs  

Burning and boring into my eyeballs 

Spiralling and spiralling down  

an everlasting pit of fluctuating fun and fear  

And skin and sin and guilt, guided 

Down as fast or as slow as 

You want, your choice 

Quick glimpses of the very bottom shoot sharp  

Icicles of despair into my sedentary soul 

Thick mist  

Clears temporarily from my 

Glazed eyes, I push and claw helplessly against images 

Of razed villages and burgundy-bloodied bodies,  

Kicking and 

Screaming against the unfeeling and undulating  

Dilated eyes 

of fellow billions

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Beata Agustin May 10, 2025 at 12:08 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.