No Respite For Plato

No Respite for Plato I was born into the wondrous light that bore down upon me illuminating the world before my eyes. In my youth I chose to turn away and seek the refuge of the shadows. But always could I feel the burning of the light upon my soul, and solace was not granted me. My fortitude was weakened and I stood as an outcast among the many that had found peace in the shadows. The burden weighed heavy on my being as I stood alone, compassion to me was not forth coming. As I watched the others mired in their blissful slumbers of puppet dreams, disdain and contempt crept into my heart. I despised my inept attempt to darken the light, I waited for release from this prison of shining purgatory. It did not come, would not come but by my own hand and yet again another failure. As I wander alone through this dismal swamp between shadow and light the occasional glimmer of light befalls me as does hope. Though more often then not doused in my next sluggish step forward, bathed in the darkest filth that surrounds me. I raise my fist skyward and curse the heavens in vain to appease my agony, no avail. Others I see in the distance trudging down this path of despair muttering inane obscenities that echo in the darkness. Imprisoned by their own accord and speaking in tongues of wonders hidden within the light. My mind races from before time and through the vast wasteland that lay in my path everything is visible. I see into the abyss ahead my eternal damnation to walk alone bathed in this sublime light forever ensconced in it's beauty. Forever alone in admiration of the reality unveiled that Utopian isolation, form without substance, cold existence. Plato's Cave Allegory below for those unfamiliar with his work. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_the_Cave