It must be morning
The darkness must’ve fled
For I was dreaming dreams
But now they’ve disappeared
A victim of the light
Knowledge without delight
Pity, pity, pity, pitiful blight
Now I know why they say ignorance is bliss
For this light has burned my dreams, I am a sheep without fleece
Cold embers are my bed
Indeed the dreams are dead
Dawn is a liar
A beautiful placeholder before the sun’s midday ire
And in this light all is laid bare
But this heat brings no comfort only thick unbreathable air
And so when I leave, let it be at night
For with eyes closed, I have perfect sight.
About the Creator
L
“By hell there is nothing you can do that you want and by heaven you are going to do it anyway”
Anne Spencer
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