The Light

by Alice   Oct 13, 2018

There stared bold at me
the light-
and I closed to it
my fearing eyes.
It could not catch
my living lie-
that sits too fine
to leave and die.
It is the seep
beneath the flesh
of all that aches-
although the best
failed to take
that rotten mesh
it was me,
who ruined this,
in lacking truth
and loving mist-
I did not kneel,
share, or confess
but hid, from blinding
truth’s abyss.
For I was darkened
to the light,
so it shined past
my hidden plight.


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