If I could write poetry
I would write countless odes to the light.
I would eulogise it’s power
Sending the darkest dark to oblivion.
If I could write poetry
I would string words together,
Each word falling in its place.
I’ll adore the beauty of the dark
For without it , what would light be?
But I can’t write poetry
I can’t string words together
So I just leave this picture here
To remind you when you’re too weak to reach for the stars,
Just reach for the light on the ceiling
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teddyhillz said:
This here is a beautiful work of art. Love your poem. I love the use of opposing ideas to appreciate things. Love it.
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Xceptional43 said:
Thank You so much Teddy.
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