The glowing ray of light
Breaks through the limit of my privation
It pierces in my skin tonight
Infecting my blood with radiation
I quickly move to cover the hole
The light must not enter my soul
The solace of darkness returns
The chorus of apparitions reform
No longer do my eyes know light
No longer do they feel the colors
My body has grown cold in the shadow
A warmth unlike any ever known
What good travels upon the beams
They only bring poisonous dreams
Burning my skin and boiling my blood
The light is a flaming flood
Stifle your voice and listen
Bridle your ears and listen
Hear the hooves of hope
Hear the wheels of change
The great chariot rises
The great devil rides
I once saw the sun with my own eyes
He wore a robe of brilliant light
A warrior of ebullient fight
Weaved with the threads of rainbows
Cleaved with the heads of slain foes
Solid rays of gold light adorned his head
Rotted rays of cold light warmed his face
The west he held in one hand
The east he compelled in the other
Two moons sat in the sockets of his eyes
Communes sat upon the prophets of his lies
Reflecting the gleam of his own self
Dejecting the dream of my own self
Oh how beautiful was his disguise
Yet my ignorance came with a price
How belligerent I was to look upon life
My eyes incinerated into voids
My soul scorched into ashes
My mind seared into submission
My life branded forever more
Now I only have the others drear
Those who were as foolish as me
They who sit with me in this room of fear
They murmur of what sight meant to them
At least I think they are here
Perhaps there is no room at all
Perhaps there are no others AWOL
Perhaps there is no sun
I feel the walls without an end
I feel the door without a handle
I feel the window without glass
This room must be real
For I fear it every day
The faces haunt my world
The voices mumble all hours
The footsteps echo forever
The others must be real
For I fear them every day
Light still blisters my skin
Light still parches my tongue
Light still scalds my existence
The sun must be real
For I fear its return every day
About the Creator
Michael Trudeau
I am an aspiring author and poet. Years of struggling with mental health have created a well of emotion to be translated into written words. I hope to share my experiences through my writing to both enlighten and fulfill those who read it.
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