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Dying Light

by Conlan Nielsen 3 months ago in sad poetry · updated 3 months ago
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By Conlan Nielsen

There are two kinds of light

One is life the other a lie

Yet the one that is life

Is beginning to die

Darkness encroaches

And the false light reproaches

I choose to keep from it

For the light of my life´s passion is moonlit

And the line creeps ever closer around me

Each day

Part of me is more shrouded in darkness

And I must curl up further against my likeness

Passion will keep me warm

The other falsely lifts me through a hailstorm

Slowly

The passion is withered

The emotion is drained

The mentality is waned

The circle of light I live in

Shrinks

With each bat of an eye

The passion will die

For I am burned

Out of might

All that is left

Is a shroud

Of dying light

sad poetry

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Conlan Nielsen

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