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Poetry News Post #6145

Bring Your Light

Written by: Seeker of the Path, Treischt
Date: Saturday, January 6th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone


If I feel something,
And I voice the woe;
Keep half a mind,
Its not for show.

Am I sincere?
One way to know;
Prove it to me,
Dont say no.

See, I have needs,
As all people do;
A need to bleed,
And a need to know.

If you come,
Bring your light
Drag me forth
From the night

Shine myriad stars
In my eyes.
Help me sob,
Make me alright.

Burn my lungs,
Make me feel;
In your arms,
I just might heal.

You live far away,
Oh, burning Sun
Ill never reach
But Ill still run.

Hold my hand
Let me cry
Make me hurt
And hold me tight.

Excite my fears,
Incite my shame,
Ignite my shadow,
Banish my pain

Wrap my throat
In your fire
Hold me down,
And pull me higher.

Please, make me hurt
Please, make me real
Give these sad pleas
Their final seal

Before I choke,
Let me speak
Without mistake,
Since I wont repeat.

You live far away,
In stars up above;
I might not reach,
But Ill still run.

It may take days-
It may take my life!
Ill go to you;

Just bring your light.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 936 AF.


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Poetry News Post #6145

Bring Your Light

Written by: Seeker of the Path, Treischt
Date: Saturday, January 6th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone


If I feel something,
And I voice the woe;
Keep half a mind,
Its not for show.

Am I sincere?
One way to know;
Prove it to me,
Dont say no.

See, I have needs,
As all people do;
A need to bleed,
And a need to know.

If you come,
Bring your light
Drag me forth
From the night

Shine myriad stars
In my eyes.
Help me sob,
Make me alright.

Burn my lungs,
Make me feel;
In your arms,
I just might heal.

You live far away,
Oh, burning Sun
Ill never reach
But Ill still run.

Hold my hand
Let me cry
Make me hurt
And hold me tight.

Excite my fears,
Incite my shame,
Ignite my shadow,
Banish my pain

Wrap my throat
In your fire
Hold me down,
And pull me higher.

Please, make me hurt
Please, make me real
Give these sad pleas
Their final seal

Before I choke,
Let me speak
Without mistake,
Since I wont repeat.

You live far away,
In stars up above;
I might not reach,
But Ill still run.

It may take days-
It may take my life!
Ill go to you;

Just bring your light.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 936 AF.


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