Poems
by Syboll
A Gift Sent My Way
I felt the heat of the light upon my shoulder as a ray of sun shined through a tear in the curtain, no bigger than a dime. My first instinct was to pull away but the warmth was soothing in a way not easy explained. I guess for so many months I have been cold in a world that has abandoned me. Feeling the chill of death, wanting to believe that somehow light would find me again, and so it did. I sat for a while then slowly got up and went towards that tear and placed my finger on the hole never covering it, just feeling the edges. A few moments passed as i closed my eyes remembering the warmth that i just felt moments ago. I needed more. So i opened my eyes and took hold of that tiny hole in the curtain and tore it wide open and let the light in with all of its possibilities. Once again, with eyes wide open and at the same time closed deeply. Either way i can see the light and feel its warmth again.
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One Hot Minute
Where did i go wrong? Is it because i have no castle to bear in these times of fear and misery? Would i not throw my life on a blade at the mere chance of your whisper? How in the nights darkness i waited months for the ink on the quill arrive, yet only minutes in this time is eternity. Maybe time has stood still i will not rest until the clock ticks. I will not bat an eye lash until my eyes tear from the sorrow that you are not in view. And then you laugh not realizing how deep, emotional, lonely, scared, and abandoned a creature of this height could be, your minute has left view as the ink smears. Shall i become a recluse in the darkness, a mere shadow of a dream that once held such fire and energy? Do i dare put a candle to the remaining embers that lay in the ashes or do i throw it to the wind and pray that a lightening bolt comes back with a force even greater than yours. Now i should be lashed for lightening only strikes once. For the heat of the embers are greater than the fire itself. A hot minute may never come again.
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